The little baby girl in the white man's arms looked to be around seven or eight months old. Her big black grape-like eyes were full of cleverness and smiles. She did not know the hardships and dangers of the world. She was white and chubby, clapping her hands at the camera and smiling like a lucky baby. She had inherited Dai Li's pair of small dimples.
Eva ...
The fear and trepidation on Dai Li's face intensified, and she revealed a look of longing and fear. The little baby girl could not speak yet, and she was chubby like a tiger. She laughed in the white man's arms, and the white man played with the child. This invisible threat made Dai Li breathless.
"Sure, Paris it is then." The white man said that the few of them spoke in Arabic for a while and decided on the day after tomorrow. They waited for Dai Li's report, but Dai Li did not dare to mention her daughter at all.
"Do you Miss Eva?" The white man asked.
"Yes," said Dai Li.
"Do you want to see her?"
