"Dad!"
Seeing Yang Zhenshan, the little girl could no longer hold back her grievances and fears, running over wanting to embrace Yang Zhenshan.
But as she reached in front of Yang Zhenshan, she stopped herself.
A young lady should keep a distance from her father, she was already twelve, not a little girl anymore.
Yang Zhenshan squatted down, steadying her by her shoulders, sizing her up, and seeing she was unharmed, he then let go of his worries.
"Dad is here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
Yang Zhenshan held her in his arms, softly comforting her.
At twelve, she was just a pupil.
"Dad, I'm not afraid!"
Feeling the warmth of the embrace and her cheeks rubbed by the long beard, Yang Yunxue's flicker of fear instantly disappeared, replaced by full-hearted warmth.
Yang Zhenshan saw her eyes clear and bright, her expression calm, then he stood up.
"What happened?" he asked Wu Hai.
