The little one started to cry.
For a moment, Wu Tian was at a loss. As the Immortal Emperor, he had braved countless storms on his path to power. There was no situation he could not handle, yet this was the one time he felt his heart thrown into turmoil.
All Wu Tian could do was rush over, sweep the little one into his arms, and comfort her. "It was Papa's fault. Papa shouldn't have left you alone. What's a family gathering? Nothing is as cute as my baby! Right?"
The little one hmphed, turning her head away to continue crying.
Qin Yuhan frantically pulled out a delicate handkerchief to wipe the girl's tears.
But Gugu's heart ached. How could she forget so quickly?
"You're a kid without a dad, you know that?"
"Gugu, I have a dad. Why don't you?"
"Gugu, we're not playing with you anymore. You don't have a dad. You're a weirdo."
The words of the other children echoed in her ears like memories, and years of pent-up sorrow erupted all at once.
