The city at two in the morning is still brightly lit.
The dazzling neon lights shine, and the bustling streets transform into tiny illusions in Lin Zongjun's eyes.
A night of aging, the face blended into the darkness is filled with wrinkles.
His eyes are muddled, his voice hoarse.
"Xiao Chu, when Dad is not around, you must live well. Remember to take an umbrella on rainy days, or you'll catch a cold if you get wet. You're allergic to strawberries, so don't eat them and make Dad worry. Wear more clothes when it's cold, don't get sick..."
If there's no one to rely on, his daughter will be very strong.
But... he still isn't reassured.
"When you were little, Dad made you learn many courses. Although you didn't want to, you were very smart, so you learned very well."
Her personality is lively and playful, so when the teacher Lin Zongjun hired came to teach her at home, she would pout and act spoiled, eventually reluctantly putting down her toys.
