As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

However, the cries became that of a newborn’s wails.

The crying startled the figure beside her, who picked her up and pressed something warm to her mouth. Xi Xi paused before greedily suckling and swallowing the warm flow that filled her stomach and soothed her uneasiness.

It was her mother’s scent.

Xi Xi quickly accepted the reality that she had been transported back to her early childhood.

Days passed in boredom as Xi Xi lay swaddled in her makeshift cradle, eating and sleeping, playing with her chubby little hands when bored.

Her tiny feet kicked about, occasionally calling out for her mother, or tugging at her mother’s hair with her little hands.

The dilapidated door opened, and the wind and snow howled as it swept inside, carrying swirling flakes that drastically lowered the warmth brought by the burning furnace within.

Xi Xi noticed herself being lifted again; the pungent scent of burning wood filled her nostrils as she finally saw her “father!”

Compared to her father in reality, this version seemed much older, with an unkempt beard, messy hair, and eyes marked by fatigue.

Still, her father’s gaze at Xi Xi remained filled with familiar doting affection.

“This is my girl!”

“Xi Xi, give Daddy a smile!”

Xi Xi giggled brightly.

“Darling, this is the money I earned over this period helping several masters with transporting wood carvings. Keep it safe, and don’t hold back if there’s something you need to spend it on.”