Jing Xin looked at his son who had been crying so hard that his eyes were swollen. He hadn't seen his son cry like that ever since he returned. Why was he crying so hard tonight?
Jing Xin placed his wife on the bed and then picked up his son.
"Taotao, tell Daddy what's wrong? Why are you crying so sadly?" Jing Xin gently patted his back, and then stroked it from top to bottom, giving him silent comfort.
"Daddy bad." Jingtao felt like he hadn't seen his father in forever.
Perhaps it was because he didn't have a father before, so Jingtao didn't know the significance of a father.
However, since Jing Xin returned this time and spent more time with him while recovering from his injuries, Jingtao had become used to Jing Xin's presence and accepted the term "father."
But when he got used to someone and they suddenly disappeared, whether an adult or a child, it was incredibly distressing.