Li Shaoling's face dropped in disbelief. "You remembered?"
Ji Weixi was clutching at her own hair. "I'm the daughter of your enemy… what should we do…"
Li Shaoling, however, firmly pulled her into his arms, seething as his eyes turned red. "No one is taking you away as long as I want you."
Nonetheless, Ji Weixi sobbed, clutching at his shirt. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry!"
Soon enough, she became oxygen-starved from her own sobbing and eventually fell to groggy sleep.
Her little one came to visit, but Li Shaoling stopped him.
"Daddy?"
Li Shaoling crouched down to look at his little face and quietly said, "She's not feeling well at the moment. I'll have Aunt Miaomiao take care of you for some time. Alright?"
This was the first time he was being so polite with his own son.
The little one pursed his lips, unable to stay calm. "But is Mommy alright… Daddy?"
"Nothing will happen to her as long as I'm here."
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