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She hugged the little girl in her arms excitedly, full of gratitude for her return.

When Yu Huang hugged Xin Miaomiao and was reluctant to let go, Xin Xiaotian's uncertain voice came from beside him: "Miao Miao?"

Xin Xiaotian looked at Xin Miaomiao with too much uncertainty.

But this uncertainty is not because he doesn't believe that the little girl in front of him is his daughter, but because he doesn't believe that after so many years and so many things happened, he can still see his daughter standing in front of him one day .

Xin Miaomiao came out of Yu Huang's arms and looked at Xin Xiaotian.

"Daddy." The little girl called softly, her eyes moist.

Xin Miaomiao is no longer the little girl in Xin Xiaotian's memory, and Xin Xiaotian is no longer that mighty and handsome father in Xin Miaomiao's eyes.

The torture of more than ten years has turned this 50-year-old man into a nearly 60-year-old man.

His back is no longer straight, and his eyes are no longer firm, with the turbidity of an old man...

But, no matter what, he was still her father, her only relative in this world.

The moment the father and daughter hugged each other, Xin Xiaotian cried harder than anyone else. He had been in a daze for the past three years, but deep down in his heart, he was still thinking about his daughter and wife.

He had lived a useless life all his life, and when he reached old age, he had ruined his family. At the moment when Yang Rong and Xin Miaomiao both left, he really didn't have any desire to survive.

During this period of time, he was raised in Mo's house, and he recalled the past every day, tears streaming down his face every time, and he couldn't sleep all night.

He was even thankful that he had been delirious for the past three years, otherwise this day would have been even more difficult.

He was afraid every day that their Xin family would become what they are now. It was all because of him back then. He was afraid, really afraid, that his only daughter would not forgive him.

Now that the daughter is in her arms, she doesn't mean to blame him at all, and she is so affectionate to him, Xin Xiaotian's heart hurts as if it had been rolled in a fire.

"Father, don't cry." Xin Miaomiao cried when she reunited with Xin Xiaotian, but now she is not as out of control as Xin Xiaotian, and she stretched out her little hand to comfort him.

"Miao Miao, don't you hate Dad?" Xin Xiaotian asked, looking into his daughter's big clean eyes.

Xin Miaomiao shook her head.

How could she hate him.

Whether it was the first life or the previous life, Xin Xiaotian never owed her, and he gave his life for her. If he really owed anyone anything, it would be Yang Rong.

"Miao Miao doesn't hate her father, and now she is still with her father, Miao Miao feels very happy." Reunited after a long absence, besides being touched, she is also happy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all dad's fault." But Xin Xiaotian was immersed in self-blame and couldn't extricate himself.

"Father, Miaomiao really doesn't blame you, don't blame yourself, don't we meet again now? This is a happy event, we shouldn't cry." Xin Miaomiao comforted him.

"Miao Miao." Xin Xiaotian choked up, speechless.

Xin Xiaotian was so excited that he might not be able to recover for a while, and Xin Miaomiao didn't try to persuade him anymore, but just nestled in his arms obediently.

When eating at night, she also sat closely next to him.

Xin Xiaotian's red eyes didn't feel better. He kept adding vegetables and spooning soup to Xin Miaomiao, wishing to give him all the love he owed in the past few years at once.