He even bought an extra phone just for her photos, storing tens of thousands of pictures, using all the memory just for her photos.
A while ago, he printed some of them out and put them into frames, filling several boxes, all locked up.
"An'an, this is your mom."
"Isn't mom beautiful? She's the most beautiful and adorable girl in the Six Realms, and An'an looks like mom, so An'an is just as beautiful and adorable."
The little one, while eagerly "eating" his own small hand, watched the photo in Jun Moyan's hand, occasionally making curious sounds with his little mouth.
"So, before you returned to daddy, did you see mom?" Jun Moyan asked, his eyes downcast, momentarily lost in thought.
The little one stretched out his small hand and grabbed the photo frame.
Jun Moyan snapped back to reality, trying to gently retrieve the photo from his hand, but the little one held on tight. Moyan didn't dare to use force, fearing he might hurt him.
"An'an, let go, be good, this isn't a toy."
