He was clearly heartbroken, but to show that he would behave well in the future, he kept sniffling, stubbornly holding back the brimming tears in his eyes from falling.
It was a pitiful sight.
The other children also huddled around him, clinging to his thighs and grabbing at his arms.
The yard was a complete mess.
Each and every one of them was crying out, refusing to let her go.
For such unfamiliar fondness and closeness, Wuya was very uncomfortable.
All along, she had relied on her absolute martial arts prowess to dominate over the children.
The children were obedient to her, but apart from Xiaochun, the others did not dare to get close to her.
Even holding hands was rare, let alone hugging and pulling at each other like this.
The wailing noises of the children gave Wuya a splitting headache, and in addition to this, a very strange emotion was slowly sprouting, invading her thoughts.
