Looking at the slender back of the man carrying his daughter, Bu Ling hesitated, a mix of emotions weighing on her face.

In the end, I put that idea aside for the time being.

Let's wait a bit longer; it's not suitable to stay in Kyoto.

After getting off the train, Uncle Lin was already waiting outside. Upon seeing them, he jogged over and took the suitcases from their hands, rescuing the two who were struggling to walk.

"Uncle Lin, it's been a long time!"

"Comrade Xiao Bu, it's been a long time!"

Uncle Lin remained stern and unsmiling, but he forced a stiff smile at Bu Ling.

"Uncle Lin," Sang Shen greeted him, then introduced him to her daughter, "Girl, greet him, this is your Grandpa Lin."

Little Star has a super sweet mouth: "Hello Grandpa Lin, my name is Sang Mianmian."

"Mianmian, hello~" Uncle Lin, a tough guy, softened his tone, which was a little creepy.

The soft, cuddly little girl wasn't afraid at all. She smiled at Uncle Lin with her eyes crinkling, looking incredibly cute.

The luggage was loaded into the car, and the Buling family of three got in. Uncle Lin started the car and drove towards the military compound.

Perhaps Little Star had slept enough on the train, because she wasn't sleepy at all while riding. She was very excited in the back seat, making a fuss here and there, and the whole carriage was filled with her childlike laughter.

Soon, the car entered the courtyard and stopped in front of the Sang family's house.

Grandpa Sang, who had been eagerly waiting at the door, rushed up with great speed, leaning on his cane: "Little Star, Grandpa's dear grandson~"

"Great-grandfather~"

An elderly person and a child embraced each other tenderly, their affection palpable.

"Great-Grandpa, I miss you so much~"

"Grandpa misses our little star too~"

Bling: ...

*Facepalm* Here we go again, here we go again—that mouth of hers!

Judging from her behavior, one would think she remembered the old man.

In reality, she just liked the person who sent her gifts every year; she would have been just as enthusiastic towards anyone else.

But she has this talent: to make everyone think they are her favorite person.

Aside from her biological mother, Bu Ling, who is immune to this, everyone else has fallen for her, treating her eldest daughter with utmost care and affection.

"Dad, let's take the child inside first; it's quite cold outside," Aunt Sang suggested.

"Yes, yes, I can't let my precious grandson get cold."

At times like this, the old man doesn't need a cane anymore; he can walk quite steadily while holding a little chubby baby.