After my daughter died of depression, I was born again!

When he was young, his wife left without saying goodbye, and he has been decadent since then. He threw his two-year-old daughter to his mother, lived alone, drank his sorrows, and dreamed of death.

Until her daughter was sixteen years old, she stood on the rooftop in the white dress her wife wore before she left, laughing and weeping to herself.

“Dad, I miss my mother so much, but depression, it’s so hard, I’ve been working hard, but…”

“It won!”

As she said, she turned over the railing with a small body and showed a big smile to Li Xiu.

“Dad, I love you.”

In the next second, she landed heavily in front of him like a fluttering butterfly.

“don’t want!!!!”

At this moment, Li Xiu’s eyes are tearing apart!

Heart torn, pain to faint.

Woke up again, but returned to when Tuantuan was two years old.

She blinked her big eyes, looking at herself with a warm and sweet smile.

“Papa, I need a hug!”