Upon seeing this, Nangong Yu pursed his lips and then said, "Ali, do you still remember the pendant you gave me before?"

Song Yuli frowned slightly: "Is it the one my father left behind?"

Nangong Yu nodded: "Yes, after I removed all the rust, there was a small character 'An' in the center of the pendant. So, I took a chance and went to Uncle An. Uncle An said that the pendant was a family heirloom of the An family."

Song Yuli was stunned, somewhat incredulous: "Really?"

Nangong Yu raised an eyebrow: "What, you don't believe what your husband says anymore?"

Song Yuli nodded hurriedly: "I believe you, but there are so many people in the world with the surname An, how can you be so sure that the pendant belongs to Uncle An and his family?"

Nangong Yu: "Because you told me that your biological father is from the capital, and I once had that pendant appraised. It's not something an ordinary family can possess. And coincidentally, you once rescued Grandpa An and Uncle An, so I set my sights on Uncle An's family."

After hearing this, Song Yuli couldn't help but smack his lips: "But I still feel it's not real."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu turned Song Yuli around and asked, "Ali, did you ever look forward to your father?"

Song Yuli nodded: "Of course. When I was in school, I really hoped that I could have a strong and supportive father. But since I met you, I don't really look forward to it anymore."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu's heart skipped a beat: "Why?"

Song Yuli looked into his eyes and suddenly smiled: "Because you gave me a complete family."

His shimmering peach blossom eyes curved into crescent shapes. In that instant, Nangong Yu's heart suddenly raced, and then, when Song Yu was not paying attention, he pulled the two of them into his arms.

...

In the rose garden of the Nan family's old house.

Song Yuli and An Mujia walked side by side without saying a word, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Finally, Song Yuli couldn't bear it any longer and spoke first: "Why did you leave Mom back then?"

Upon hearing this, An Mujia felt a pang of guilt: "I'm sorry, I had an accident back then and was unconscious for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli stopped and looked up at him.

Song Yuli knew he wasn't lying, because she knew that soldiers' work was extremely dangerous, and they dealt with death every day.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yuli spoke again, this time with a hint of resentment in her tone: "Then why didn't you go back to look for us after you woke up? Do you know? My mother, she was waiting for you all along, until the moment she left."

After saying that, Song Yuli's eyes instantly reddened.

Because, after she could remember, her mother would often hold her with a worried expression, sit at the door of the house, and look into the distance with a melancholy look.

Every time she asked her mother in confusion, her mother would always tell her in an expectant tone that they were waiting for her father.

As a result, this wait lasted for two years.

As soon as Song Yuli finished speaking, An Mujia's heart suddenly ached sharply again.

Unlike before, when the pain would subside quickly, this time An Mujia felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly, the pain making it hard to breathe.

He clutched his chest, hunched over, and gasped for breath, as unfamiliar images flashed through his mind.

An Mujia felt like his mind was about to explode.