In many things, it was not that Young Master Gu could not understand, it was just that people did not explain it to him on his own term. Only she had been able to teach him what loss felt like, and worry, and fear, and… sadness.
Only her.
Feng Zhiwei stared wordlessly, stunned even before the man in front of her moved closer, taking her finger into his hand.
Feng Zhiwei almost gaped. He had carried her and touched her before, but all those times he had been rescuing her from danger. Voluntarily touching her without outside impetus? This was a first.
He took her finger and used it to brush Zhixiao's tender, pink cheek.
"Warm. He said. "Soft."
The two pen monkeys also used their hairy paws to poke the baby.
Finally fed up with the bullying from the two humans and two monkeys, the baby began crying.
But despite the baby's distress, Feng Zhiwei just shut her eyes.
Young Master Gu… was he comforting her?
