In his previous life, the tragic death of his daughter was vivid in his mind, and he still couldn’t forget it. His parents never cared about his wife and daughter. He entrusted his wife and daughter to be taken care of by his parents, but his parents let his daughter be bullied, suffer a fractured hand, and be hospitalized. In the end, this led to Lan Song’s parents getting the chance to kidnap them.
Even though they are his biological parents, Ding Long really couldn’t act as if he had no grievances.
Ding Long thought that perhaps he was destined not to be a qualified son in this lifeti. He wholeheartedly wanted to be a good husband and a good father, but in doing so, he let down Ding Jinshi and his daughter.
He was reborn with a sense of debt and guilt.
Ding Long thought he should find an opportunity to move out of the family ho.
The familiar room no longer gave him any sense of belonging. This was the Ding Family, but in his heart, it could no longer be considered a haven.
M Country was where Ding Jinshi was studying further. The place was different from here, one was day, one was night. With the ti difference, Ding Long rembered Ding Jinshi’s dormitory phone number deeply and then, as if driven by so unseen force, he ended up in the living room and dialed the number.
Ding Long didn’t know if she was in class at this ti, or if she was in the dormitory, but he couldn’t control himself and wanted to hear her voice.
Very fortunately, after a few rings, the call was picked up on the other end.
"Ding Long, why are you calling in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Didn’t you go on a mission before? Back so soon? How was it, Everything went smoothly? You’re at ho now, don’t tell you got injured and ca ho to recover?"
On the phone, Ding Jinshi spoke quickly like an accountant clicking on an abacus, rattling off a long string of words. Her unabashed concern in her tone left Ding Long almost a little dazed.
Once, Ding Jinshi cared for him like this too. He and Ding Jinshi ended up where they were because he ultimately couldn’t control himself and hurt her.
"Hey, Ding Long, don’t tell you’re so badly injured you can’t speak? Have you gone mute?" Not getting a response from Ding Long, Ding Jinshi muttered, "If you really beca mute, would the army even keep you?"
"Hehe." Ding Long couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "Just a slight injury, nothing serious."
"Tch, I don’t believe you. You soldiers, whenever asked if you’re hurt, you always say it’s just a slight injury to brush people off. You’re just like Lan Li. Last ti he went on a mission, he called after he ca back. I asked if he was hurt, and he told it was just a little scratch! I believed it, only to find out from Aunt Lan that, good grief, so of the flesh was gone and the bones were visible, and he still told it was a scratch! You guys won’t admit it’s a serious injury until you’re practically dying, huh?"
On the phone, Ding Jinshi was a chatterbox. Even without Ding Long speaking much, she could hold the conversation, chattering away for a long ti. Most of the ti, her topics revolved around Lan Li.
Ding Long just listened quietly as Ding Jinshi complained that Lan Li had less and less ti to call her, and how worried and distressed she was that he hid his injuries from her.
All her topics had nothing to do with him, yet he listened quietly, taking her voice as a form of enjoynt.
He liked her complaining to him without any reservations, telling him about her life abroad without him asking, and sharing with him how she felt at the mont.
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