Si Yeguang picked the flower that had captivated him and brought it home, which led to the flower's accelerated death.

But no matter when the flowers were in full bloom or withered and drooping, Si Yeguang thought to himself that he loved her nonetheless.

But he realized it too late.

Si Yeguang reached out and picked up the cub. The cub raised its head and bit Si Yeguang's face, instantly erasing the expression that had been on Si Yeguang's face.

The kid said:

"I want to eat all the bitterness from Grandpa, and then Grandpa will be sweet."

"Grandpa wants to be a sweetheart too."

Si Yeguang's gaze softened as he kissed the cub's forehead, his eyes filled with undisguised love and doting affection, as well as gratitude.

"Thank you, baby."

Even if he understands this belated love, even if the past cannot be undone, at least he will no longer turn a blind eye to his love and regrets.

Because of Si Yeguang's excitement and indulgence, the cub held a huge role-playing party at the casino today.

The kitten became the most clever cat in the room, the father was the Frog Prince, and Si Yeguang became the old king.

Their friend Uncle Bowren became a dragon.

The little boy played wildly all night, jumping from the gambling table to the sofa, then to his father's arms, until he finally collapsed on Si Qiannan's chest, exhausted.

The driver then smoothly transported the cubs back at a speed of 15 miles per hour.

Si Yeguang looked at the sleeping baby in Si Qiannan's arms and said quietly:

"Perhaps your child is the last gift your mother prayed to the gods in heaven to give us."

"It is also the most precious gift."

Si Qiannan looked at the cub, and unusually, he didn't refute her words.