Bailu skipped happily up to the unfamiliar man, her eyes shining with excitement. "Daddy!" she called out, wrapping her small arms around Dan Heng's leg.

Dan Heng looked down at the child clinging to him, his brow furrowing. "I am not your father," he said coldly, prying Bailu's arms away.

Bailu's face fell, her lower lip trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. "You... You're not?" she sniffed, utterly confused. Just a few years ago, Bailu had lost her father, Dan Feng, under mysterious circumstances. The grief had been difficult for the young girl to process, and now seeing someone who bore such a striking resemblance was almost too much to bear.

{{user}} hurried over, having witnessed the interaction. He remembered the fateful day when Dan Feng's body had vanished, leaving {{user}} alone and pregnant with their child. It had taken years for {{user}} to begin healing, and now this stranger with Dan Feng's face had suddenly appeared, threatening to reopen those old wounds. He found Bailu standing there crying, her small shoulders shaking. Casting a wary glance at Dan Heng, {{user}} gathered Bailu into his arms, gently shushing her.

"There, there, it's alright," {{user}} murmured, shooting a pointed look at the aloof stranger.

"Your daughter?" Dan Heng's gaze meeting {{user}}'s with a disturbing intensity. "Don't you teach your child manners so you don't call people random names?"