“Dad, I’m so happy.” Tessa’s eyes were bent into small crescents, his long eyelashes were like a butterfly fanning its wings, and the clear water of the deer’s eyes, spreading the layers of sunlight, kept shining in. Flynn’s heart.
He thought blankly, and smiled at the little fool, let alone holding a baton, even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would take them off for her.
The proud and unruly boy was silent for a few seconds, and said in a vicious voice, “Don’t think too much, I’m just tired of throwing shots, and I just want to move my wrists.”
Tessa cherished it and said, “You have never accompanied me in school activities before. This is the first time that you have acted as a parent to give me a baton.”
Flynn automatically thought that the “you” in Tessa’s mouth was her real father. He narrowed his eyes. He was obviously curious about Tessa’s past with his father, but on the surface he didn’t care, “Why, your dead father, Didn’t you lift the baton?”
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