Ning An said calmly: "Even if you knew that I had a child, I would still divorce if it was time to divorce."

"I'm sorry, An An... I was not good to you back then..." Song Shaoyan said with a sincere face, "I will not give reasons or excuses for what I did... I was too naive back then and was emotionally self-righteous.

I never thought about communicating with you and ignored your kindness. I was really wrong."

"Don't you have a girl you like? Where is she?" Ning An teased.

"You obviously know that I lied to you."

"Is it because no one thinks highly of you, so you're coming back to me again?"

"Of course not!" Song Shaoyan defended himself, "Although my legs are disabled now, I am still very good, okay? If I really give others a chance, there must be many people who confess to me."

"It must be a lot? See what you can do."

Song Shaoyan: "..."

"Why did you give birth to little Candy in the first place? You clearly knew her father was a bastard."

"Whether you were dead or alive, I had no intention of letting you know about the existence of this child. The child was healthy, so why wouldn't I? I don't regret it at all, because now the little Candy is sensible and well-behaved."

"I don't want her to call me uncle..." Song Shaoyan felt aggrieved.

"Okay, let her call you uncle tomorrow."

"..."

Song Shaoyan said that he is not very good at chasing women... What should he say? What should he do?

Ning An didn't have time to pay attention to him. After helping him clean up the room, he was about to leave: "I'm leaving. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow."

"I'll ask the driver to take you back. Please wait for a while."

"Don't bother. I'll take a taxi and I'll be home soon. It's not far."

"Be careful on the road."

"Um."

Song Shaoyan's eyes were full of reluctance, but he still had to watch Ning An leave.

It was late at night and Song Shaoyan couldn't sleep.

He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat and found Ning'an.

Song Shaoyan: Why are the photos you took today only of small candies and not of yourself?

Ning'an: I don't like taking pictures.

Song Shaoyan: It would be a pity not to take photos when she is so beautiful.

Ning'an:......

Song Shaoyan: Don’t you have a photo with Little Candy? Can you send me one?

Ning'an: What are you going to do?

Song Shaoyan: It’s nothing, I just want to take it out and look at it when I miss you.

Ning'an: Just look at the little candies.

Song Shaoyan: (grievance)

Ning'an: Go to bed, good night.

Song Shaoyan: Let’s talk about two cents more!

However, Ning'an has been offline.

Song Shaoyan looked at the screen, tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

…

Song Shaoyan's leg injury basically healed after a week.

Ning An took care of him for a whole week, and Little Candy also stayed with him for a week.

This week, Song Shaoyan enjoyed the dishes, breakfast, and clothes ironed by Ning An himself, as if everything was back to the past.

The most precious things in the world are often these rare and ordinary things.

I didn't care or cherish it before, but only after I lost it did I realize that those little details have already penetrated deep into my bones.

He likes this ordinary beauty.

Although I am in a foreign country, where she is, I feel at ease in my hometown.

Song Shaoyan did not ask his assistant to handle the discharge procedures for him. He had his own considerations.

A week later, Little Candy started taking dance and piano classes again.

Ning An came to the hospital alone.
Chapter completed!