"He is lucky," Qiu Yan said sincerely.

She finally understood why Gu Qian treated Gu Xiaoran like his own daughter.

For Gu Qian, Uncle Li was both his mentor and his adoptive father.

Whether it is the kindness of a teacher or the kindness of raising a child, it is as heavy as a mountain.

"Hmm." He Lin's expression turned serious when he mentioned Li Zheng.

Thinking of the good old days, he looked at Qiu Yan, and all he could see was her face.

His gaze softened, and his smile returned.

"Shu'er, I'm sorry, will you forgive me?"

As He Lin spoke, his gentle smile turned sorrowful.

Qiu Yan rubbed her forehead and sighed. She met He Lin's gaze and suddenly saw He Lin reach out his arm, wanting to hug her.

She stepped back, turned around, and moved away from He Lin.

Gu Xiaoran stepped in front of Qiu Yan and shoved her forcefully.

"Mother belongs to Father!"

He Lin was distracted and was pushed to the ground by a child with a thud.

He sat awkwardly on the ground, and when he looked at Qiu Yan in the distance, his face showed more... embarrassment.

He shook his head slightly. "Sorry, I...I..."

Qiu Yan didn't step forward, but instead pulled Gu Xiaoran into the courtyard. "Let's go."

He Lin lowered his eyes, staring at the courtyard gate, and muttered to himself, "Shu'er, please, come back with me. I promise I will do everything in my power to make it up to you."

I miss her so much.

Qiu Yan, inside the courtyard, glanced at He Lin outside and genuinely didn't want to face such a man.

She knew that He Lin was deeply grieving, mentally unstable, and out of control.

At this point, it's best to let him calm down first.

Gu Xiaoran turned her head and saw He Lin's misty eyes. His expression became flustered, and his previously displeased heart softened.

He broke free from Qiu Yan's arm, got up, and ran out of the yard. "What's wrong with you?"

Although he was mischievous, he was a kind-hearted little boy at heart.

He was just protecting his mother.

He looked up and smiled at him, "You also damaged lightning. Considering you just saved me, we're even."

"Jin'er, it was your mother who saved you." He Lin took the opportunity to grasp Gu Xiaoran's small hand. "Please forgive your father, okay?"

He felt unworthy of this kindness.

"No, you are not my father." Gu Xiaoran forcefully pulled her hand away.

Looking at He Lin's slightly moist eyes, he felt somewhat uneasy and inexplicably irritated.

He scratched his head. This strange uncle always said that he was his father. What was going on?

His eyes flickered slightly. "Did you lose your child?"

He Lin nodded: "Yes, I lost my child, and Shu'er."

"Who is Shu'er to you?" Gu Xiaoran's thoughts were simple; if she didn't understand, she asked.

He always felt that this strange uncle was a bit foolish, always mistaking his mother for Shu'er.

“She is your mother.” Tears welled up in He Lin’s eyes again.

Gu Xiaoran shook her head, "No, my mother's name is Yan Yan, not Shu'er."

He had only ever heard this name from his strange uncle.

He Lin pursed his lips, swallowed his grief, and continued:

"Shu'er is my wife, my beloved."

"You're so pitiful." Gu Xiaoran's small eyes were filled with pity.

“I was lost too, but my father was much luckier than you, because my mother found me.”

After Gu Xiaoran finished speaking, she unconsciously recalled the scene when she and her mother caught human traffickers in front of Xingyue Tower last time.

Naturally, he also thought of the argument from last time.

People who lose their children are all irrational.

Not to mention, his wife and children were also lost.