There Was a Strong Smell of Gunpowder Between the Two of Them

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you fall," Rong Zhan comforted Gu Lin as if he had seen through Gu Lin's uneasiness.

Gu Lin did not know how to describe his feelings.

So this was the feeling of having a father. It was indeed wonderful and special.

Gu Lin's lips unconsciously curled into a smile. He leaned gently against Rong Zhan and said in a low voice, "Thank you, uncle."

"You're welcome," Rong Zhan replied softly as well.

Gu Qingxue watched the scene from a distance, her heart tightening for some reason.

It was the original owner's mood that had affected her.

If the original owner's husband had not passed away, he would probably have taken care of the three children in the same way.

At this moment, the sound of the door being pushed open could be heard. Then, a figure staggered in from outside the door.

Nine was leaning on his walking stick with one hand, carrying a basket of dried tree branches on his back.