Lingtuo lowered his head, looking at this beautiful and cute little girl named Duoduo, without responding for a long time.
He was actually a very loving person who genuinely liked children. Many times, he dreamt of having a lovely daughter. However, today, he couldn't muster the desire to hold this child, only feeling his heart ache more with each passing moment.
Unable to get a response from Lingtuo, Duoduo felt a little disappointed. She let go of his coat, turned around, and walked back to Jia Xuan, and sadly called out to her mother, "Uncle seems not to like Duoduo."
Jia Xuan and Ruan Peifan remained silent.
The space suddenly became very quiet, with only the sound of the wind and distant birdsong.
Ruan Peifan looked at Lingtuo, feeling deeply guilty but helpless, holding a sense of reverence for Lingtuo in his heart.
