Tang Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes when the first sun in the morning hit his face. He yawned, and looked down, and his hand was still holding Tang Xiulan. The little girl for some reason decided to sleep with him, not just with him, she slept on him. Her tiny hands were on his armpit, her head was on his chest, and her legs twined his waist.
Maybe the little girl knew that she might not meet him again for a long time. He was happy, more than happy, in fact. This made him not want to go back to the Administrator Space. He just wanted to spend more of his time with his daughter, watching her grow up, maybe measuring her height every few months, making more memories with her.
