They reached home.
Henan opened her eyes when her father entered the yard, she was wrapped in a warm cover which helped her soothe.
"Father, I am fine now, " Xing looked down.
She was smiling.
"Henan, it's good you are alright but I will send you in your room so that you can change your dress, " he spoke affectionately.
Her dress was a little riddled.
She closed her eyes, she was in the strongest hands where she would never feel fear of anything.
She should not have become baffled from the sudden barking of the dog.
If she had moved toward her father, she might not have fallen from the edge.
It was a little difficult to find direction in the fog when she jumped away.
As they reached near rooms, it feels the silky aroma of the meal prevailed everywhere.
Someone has used all cooking skills in making dinner.
Xing left his daughter in her room.
