"Mr. Yu, forgive my bluntness, but with your current physical condition, leaving here would be a dead end. Moreover, you should know that it’s not just your stamina; even your vocal cords have degraded from disuse. You can’t even speak now, so even if you manage to see Miss Ye and your daughter, what could you possibly say to them?"

The assistant’s words were straightforward and piercing, even somewhat cruel.

In his current state, Yu Xiuzhun was practically a cripple, a cripple who couldn’t even speak.

Leaving Diwu Zexuan, he wouldn’t be able to survive, let alone restore his former, vibrant self.

"Mr. Yu, Miss Ye had the child here. I can tell she’s been waiting for you. So why rush? Here we have the best equipment and the finest doctors. If you want to return to the mother and daughter quickly, there’s no better place to be than here."

"..."

Yu Xiuzhun paused, turning his head to glare fiercely at the assistant.

It was as if he was questioning what the assistant said.

If he remembered correctly, he and Dan Hanjie were enemies. Given Diwu Zexuan’s relationship with Dan Hanjie, how could they genuinely help him?

To this day, he still didn’t understand how he didn’t die and ended up staying in Diwu Zexuan’s territory.

He had been here for over three years...

"My master is always straightforward, but he has taken a particular interest in Miss Ye’s daughter. In these past years, my master frequently checked on Meimei. Meimei was a premature baby, not as sturdy as other children, and it’s all because of my master trying to formulate medicine for her."

The assistant handed over a box he brought to Yu Xiuzhun. "My master is tough on the outside but soft-hearted. Knowing you want to see your daughter, he asked his subordinates to deliver this. You’ll understand once you see it."

"..."

Yu Xiuzhun stared at the box in front of him, hesitant to reach for it.

But thinking it might contain something related to his wife and daughter, his gaze couldn’t shift away.

Eventually, they guided him back to the hospital bed...

-

An entire day.

Yu Xiuzhun held that box, repeatedly looking through the contents.

Newspapers from three years ago when he disappeared, news about the Yu family’s decline, Jiang Jinchen using his "death" as a full stop to all his past achievements...

Most importantly, the box contained the three years he missed—years that belonged to Ye Mingmei and her daughter!

Just by looking at the photos, he could feel the transformation of Ye Mingmei into a mother, becoming more gentle and serene.

She had lost weight, was it because she was taking care of the child alone?

Yu Xiuzhun stroked the photos, his heart aching intensely!

Looking at the tiny baby in the photos, Yu Xiuzhun’s eyes turned red countless times as he continually browsed through Meimei’s pictures, watching her grow from a tiny baby.

A three-year-old little girl, charming and adorable, her pure eyes felt like the cleanest place in the world!

Her small face looked like his!

Yu Xiuzhun’s grip tightened, clutching the box in his arms like a treasure, refusing to let go.

Watching Meimei’s videos over and over, seeing the little girl sleeping beside him right after she was born...

The regret in his heart surged overwhelmingly.

Why didn’t he open his eyes at that time and take a good look at the little girl who had just entered this world?

Looking at the little girl’s drawing of "My Daddy," Yu Xiuzhun wished he were Diwu Zexuan, able to stay so brazenly by his little princess’s side, watching her grow up.