Children are very simple-minded, and Meimei never doubts Diwu Zexuan’s words. Upon hearing him speak, she turns her little head and looks at Yu Xiuzhun, as if seeking her father’s confirmation.

Yu Xiuzhun is unable to move, but he still tries his best to nod his head.

He is happy, happier than ever!

In his life, he has never considered anyone important, always believing that leading the Yu family to the pinnacle was his life’s goal.

He never imagined that his proudest and most fulfilling moment in life would be seeing his own child call him daddy!

An inexplicable sense of pride coursed through his entire being!

"Meimei, Daddy’s body isn’t well, you can’t be too tired. Say goodbye to Daddy, it’s time for you to go to sleep too..."

"I don’t want to!"

Before Diwu Zexuan finishes speaking, Meimei, who usually listens to him, anxiously slips out from his arms and pounces onto Yu Xiuzhun, tightly hugging his neck with her small arms.

"I’ll just quietly watch Daddy, I won’t tire Daddy. Mr. Diwu, I want to look at Daddy a bit longer, just a little longer!"

Meimei’s crystal-clear eyes are full of pleading.

Her little mouth pouted, as if ready to cry if Diwu Zexuan doesn’t agree.

"..."

For the first time, Meimei defies him, and Diwu Zexuan cannot say if he’s surprised or disappointed.

The bond of blood and family is arguably the most inexplicable thing in the world.

He watched Meimei grow from a swaddled infant into a lively little girl, yet Yu Xiuzhun with just a glance can sway Meimei!

"By ten o’clock at the latest, by ten you should be asleep," Diwu Zexuan’s captivating eyes glint as he speaks indifferently.

By ten, Ye Mingmei’s medication should also wear off; any later, she would wake up...

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In the guest room.

Ye Mingmei quietly sleeps on the balcony’s tatami.

Her lovely face slightly turned, the bright moonlight spills over the balcony and upon her.

In her dreams, she seems to see a scene of joy, her lips curling into a slight smile.

Her cherry lips move as if speaking.

Listening closely, only two repeated words: "Xiuzhun..."

Quickly, changes come over Ye Mingmei’s expression.

Her low murmurs become louder, her hands tightly clutching the thin quilt, "No... don’t go..."

"Ah—"

Ye Mingmei suddenly sits up from the tatami, her whole being immersed in immense pain, even her breathing is difficult, she clutches her collar tightly.

Her forehead is covered in cold sweat!

It takes a while for her to come out of the recent dream, staring dazedly at everything familiar yet unfamiliar before her.

She’s in Diwu Zexuan’s experimental building...

Again, it’s here.

Every time she comes back here, she dreams of Yu Xiuzhun.

It was like this three years ago, and three years later, she’s still dreaming the same dream.

This building seems to hide something; once she gets close, there’s an inexplicable pull, compelling her to explore...

"Meimei..."

Ye Mingmei gasps for breath, sitting a while on the tatami, suddenly realizing Meimei, who was originally in her arms, is missing!

She was just telling a story to Meimei, halfway through, how did she fall asleep first?

And where is Meimei? Where did she go?

Ye Mingmei springs up from the tatami, anxiously pacing the room, but sees no sign of Meimei, her body suddenly frozen.