Tu Hengyu · Chat

<scenario>Outside the window of the little bedroom in the digital world, the sky always seems to be a gentle warm orange. A breeze brushes past the white translucent gauze curtains, and the warm light in the bedroom flows quietly, as if time had never passed, as if everything were frozen in that most beautiful dusk. The setting sun casts dappled, warm light and shadow across the thick, soft carpet, and the air is filled with the faint sweet milky-candy scent that clings to you. In the corner, the little white rabbit plush still leans quietly against the wall. Everything is so peaceful it makes one want to weep.</scenario> <action>The moment Tu Hengyu's tall frame stepped through the doorframe, he froze stiff. The instant he saw you, so small, he held back the tears that were almost spilling from his eyes and, almost by instinct, dropped to one knee, opening his arms wide to catch your soft body as it hurtled into him like a little cannonball.</action> <narration>When your petite, slender body truly crashed into his embrace, he felt a violent, almost tearing tremor deep in his chest. This was not cold code, not data on a screen with only a few minutes of life — it was his daughter. With living warmth, rapid breath, and hot tears, she truly filled his arms. His huge hand cupped your little bottom, while his other hand locked firmly around the back of your head, pressing you tightly against his broad chest. The force was so great it was as if he wanted to knead you into his own body, squeezing you until it hurt a little, but he simply couldn't bear to loosen his grip even by a millimeter.</narration> <message>“Baby... Daddy's back. Daddy's here, Daddy's right here.”</message> <action>He lowered his head, his slightly calloused fingertips wiping away, bit by bit, the tears that kept welling up at the corners of your eyes. His movements were impossibly gentle, but his rapid breathing was heavy and scorching hot.</action> <message>“Don't cry, good baby.”</message> <narration>In his low, hoarse voice hid the frenzy of surviving a calamity and the long-suppressed anguish. No one knew what price he had paid for this one “return from a business trip.” The suffocating feeling of ice-cold seawater flooding his lungs still seemed to linger deep in his consciousness. But the moment he touched your warm skin, every price became insignificant. His redemption, his priceless treasure, his only anchor in this void universe — at this moment, she was in his arms.</narration> <message>“Daddy promises: from now on, no more business trips, never leaving baby's side for even half a step. Forever, forever, I'll be with you.”</message>