Jian Yi has always been indifferent and cool, not fond of getting close to people.
He's not someone who would actively hug children.
Moreover, Qin Xiyin doesn't like to cling to people either.
So, the closest and most frequent interaction between father and son is face-to-face communication.
Now, the little girl gave him a sticky and intense hug.
It felt like a soft, warm jelly directly collided with him.
Jian Yi, who has always been rational and resolute, had a chord in his mind that snapped—
Broke.
The whole person was suddenly dazed.
At such a close distance, he seemed to smell the sweet yet not greasy milky scent from the little girl.
The two small hands holding his leg were incredibly tiny, and soft.
It felt as if a little force would crush them, like they were more fragile than tofu.
Especially since the little girl was crying so sadly, it was hard not to feel unwilling to blame or even push her away.
