It was the wedding dress he had sewn, stitch by stitch, he would not mistake it for his own work... and it was already worn on his daughter's body.

And she wore it, as if she had dreamed of that day when she appeared in front of him.

"dad."

Tao Xiaman... Feng Xiaman called Old Feng's name one after another and walked towards him.

"Xia Man...my son!"

Old Feng couldn't suppress the airflow in his throat.

It rose up from nowhere, struck hard on his vocal cords, struck hard on his eyes, and savaged all over his body, countless times in an instant.

"Dad, I'm getting married tomorrow, can you help me comb my hair?"

She said softly, then slowly turned her body, letting the bright red skirt rise slightly.

She smiled with tears in her eyes and asked, "I...am I good-looking?"

"It looks good." Old Feng nodded.

"It looks good." Old Feng nodded heavily again.

"Good-looking!" Lao Feng pursed his trembling face and mouth, slowly closed his eyes, and let himself remember the smile at this moment. My daughter looks the best, the best!"

…

Past and Present.

In the previous life you were a lover, in this life you are a daughter.

Now, I will make a wedding dress for you: a phoenix gown skirt.

I wish you a happy life. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!