“Hmph!” Qi Feng responded, feeling neglected now that they had a son.
Ru Feng signaled to Situ Nian, “Son, go!”
Situ Nian climbed onto Qi Feng’s knee, saying, “Good, dad doesn’t hurt, Nian’er will blow on it!” Ru Feng laughed. Qi Feng, barely holding back his own laughter, replied, “Brat, do you think I’m like you?”
Situ Nian hugged Qi Feng’s neck and kissed him loudly on the face, then did the same to Ru Feng. “I’m not a brat, I’m just like Dad, the man Mommy loves most, right, Mommy?” Ru Feng nodded, smiling radiantly.
Qi Feng hugged his son tightly while holding Ru Feng’s hand. He once thought he would be lost in darkness, never understanding joy and sorrow, but she awakened him from nightmares, showing him a colorful world. He believed she would be with another man, watching from afar while sincerely blessing them, thinking he would walk alone.
He once thought he lost her forever, willing to endure pain to see her reborn. But miracles exist, and she returned to him. Now, with his wife and child in his arms, he smiled contentedly, “I have a family. I finally have warmth!”
“Dad, you’re hugging me so tight I can’t breathe!” came a small protest.
“Situ Qi Feng, you’re bullying us again, relax a bit. Son, fight back!”
“Okay, Mommy! Ah, Dad, Mommy’s neck is turning red.”
Situ Nian jumped far away, tilting his head triumphantly and laughing; this trick always works on Dad.
“Situ Nian, are you trying to trick me?” An angry voice.
“Why are you being so fierce with our son?” a woman’s voice replied.
The man snorted and sat back, looking aggrieved.
“Situ Nian, how dare you lie? Go write ‘I will never lie again’ a hundred times,” Situ Nian’s laugh collapsed, and he walked back dejected, saying softly, “Yes, Mommy.”
After handling both the big and small men, Ru Feng sat back on the sofa feeling refreshed. “Second Brother, pour me some water; I’m thirsty from talking too much.”
Sunlight poured in, the room turning golden—that was the color of happiness.
In this world, as long as one lives, miracles can happen.
After the most violent storm, can there not be the most brilliant rainbow? Under that seven-colored rainbow, they hold hands and watch the world in peace!
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