Yu Longting kissed away the tears on my face one by one, and then lowered his head to help Dumpling wipe his tears with a tissue, "Is he really my child? People say I was a late bloomer, so how did I have such an early-maturing son? Lin Yutuan, there's no need for you to be so sensible. Isn't the joy of childhood all about being capricious and playful? When you grow up, there won't be any chance for that."
"Daddy, Mommy~" Little Dumpling spoke in his childish voice, instantly melting the hearts of both me and Yu Longting. Unfortunately, his words offered no further explanation.
He merely used his soft little hands to touch my and Yu Longting's foreheads, communicating with us through telepathy.
He told us that Dumpling didn't want to go to the temple to become a monk; he wanted to stay with Daddy and Mommy.
Yu Longting picked me up and seated me on the bed.
