He sat in his office for the whole day, wearing his foul-smelling clothes. Once it was the end of the day, he left his office in a hurry and went to the hospital without going home to change his clothes.
Like the man had said, Rainy was a little girl. Although he couldn't hear the conversation clearly, he could see her smile from the side profile as she raised her little face. One could tell that she was basking in joy.
The man rested his palm against the child's forehead before he carried her and held her in his arms. Then, he reached out again to place his palm against the child's forehead.
"Still feeling unwell?" The man pointed his finger tenderly against the child's soft cheek.
She shook her head. "No, Daddy."
"See. You have been a bad girl, and now, you have to take injections again." The man reprimanded her, but the child simply broke out in a smile.
