Wu Zihao was quite surprised to see a little girl of not more than three years of age hiding under the table. His eyes widened as if they would pop out any moment now after discovering the girl, who had her mouth covered with her stubby little palm to prevent any sound from escaping out of it.
His eyebrows were scrunched together and his lips twitched seeing the little doll. For an inexplicable reason, his heart melted and all his anger washed away after seeing such a sweet little child.
He bent down even further and dipped his head under the table, to get a closer look of her. A smile appeared on his lips and he asked in a very gentle voice, which even he didn't know he had, "Why are you hiding here?"
Before the little girl could say anything, Wu Zihao noticed the water that had collected in her angelic eyes, which were now red near the rims. And before he could understand, a big, fat drop of tear rolled out of her right eye.
