Meimei blinked her eyes, pouted her small mouth, moved closer, and gave Diwu Zexuan another heavy kiss on the other untouched cheek.

Her beautiful big eyes stared fixedly at Diwu Zexuan.

"That’s still not enough." Diwu Zexuan gently scraped her little nose with his hand and shook his head.

Seeing Meimei looking at him with grievance, his big hand pinched her little face, placed her on the sofa, opened the medicine box, and took out a recording pen.

He placed the recording pen in Meimei’s hand.

"What is this?" Meimei’s white tender hands played with the recording pen curiously.

"Inside are the names, effects, and usages of ten herbs. If you want a present, you have to promise Uncle that by the next time we meet, you’ll have memorized everything in this recording pen."

Diwu Zexuan’s enchanting eyes flashed as he opened the recording pen, patiently teaching Meimei how to listen to its contents and replay it.

"Can you do it?"

"I can!"

Meimei sniffed her small nose and nodded earnestly.

Seeing Diwu Zexuan looking at her, she proactively extended her little finger, "Pinky swear for a hundred years..."

"Alright, pinky swear for a hundred years, nobody is allowed to break the promise." Diwu Zexuan hooked his little finger with hers to seal the oath, then took out a small gift box prepared in the medicine box.

Handed it to the little girl beside him.

Meimei’s sparkling eyes lit up, joyfully receiving the gift box from Diwu Zexuan’s hand.

Her small hands quickly unwrapped it, only to see the photos inside her body froze, then she looked up at Diwu Zexuan, as if she couldn’t react for a moment.

"Isn’t it a drawing of Dad? This is your dad." Diwu Zexuan opened his lips lightly, his long fingers took out a photo, and placed it in Meimei’s hand.

In the photo, Yu Xiuzhun appeared full of spirit, extraordinarily handsome.

The pure black suit outlined his tall and charming figure, with distinguished features, a blend of righteous and mischievous aura, exuding an unparalleled nobility.

Even just a photo could let people feel the aura emanating from the person in the photo.

"Dad?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Meimei blinked at the photo in her hand, and for a long while didn’t even move her eyes.

Afraid that the moment she looked away, the photo in her hand would disappear.

"Yes, this is your dad. He was once someone in the business world whose very name would make people tremble in awe. This was his most glorious time." Diwu Zexuan spoke with an expressionless face, his tone bland, betraying no emotions.

Seeing Meimei continuously stare at the photo, he took out another photo from the gift box.

"This is also your dad, but this is him in his illness."

Compared to the previous photo taken by the media, the last photo Diwu Zexuan took out was very different.

Yu Xiuzhun on the sickbed, quiet, pale...

Silently sleeping, handsome yet with a hint of desolation, as if waiting for the princess to wake him with a kiss.

"Is Dad not coming to see me because he’s ill?" Meimei turned her little body, climbing into Diwu Zexuan’s arms, looking expectantly at him.

"Yes."

"I have Dad... This is my Dad..." The little girl embraced the photo in her arms, handling them like precious treasures, one by one.

Each photo neatly placed on the sofa.

"Dad is so handsome!"

"I have a Dad now!"