"Hi, Ethan, Olivia... Daddy's back." His voice was filled with an unprecedented gentleness.
The two little ones, almost eleven months old, obviously felt a bit apprehensive towards this man exuding a strange and weathered aura.
Ethan was bolder, merely curious as he looked at him, tightly clutching a block in his hand, as if assessing this newcomer.
As for his sister Olivia, she instinctively shrank back, her little mouth slightly puckered, seemingly a bit scared.
Lin Yu'an felt a bit disheartened. Fifty days of absence is enough for a child not even a year old to forget their father's appearance and scent.
He didn't rush to embrace them, knowing it would only frighten them. Instead, he placed the meticulously polished, smooth and warm birch wood carvings of a little bear and dog that he had brought all the way back from Labrador gently on the carpet in front of them.
The two little ones' attention was immediately drawn to these novel toys.
