As Merry was carried into Chris' arms, the faint smell of cigarette smoke wafted up the tip of her nose.
Although the smell of cigarettes was in her nose, she could smell Chris' body that felt soothing.
At this time, Chris looked down at the little girl's appearance, and looked at her kindly. "Are you okay?"
Merry nodded her head slowly, sniffed, and looked at her toes. "Brother, why are you here?"
"I want to take you home!"
Chris repeated what he had told her at the office, as if bringing her home was his duty.
The little girl only said the longest 'oh' in her entire life, and she didn't know what she was secretly wishing for in her heart.
In short, when she heard Chris came back just for this, she was somewhat disappointed.
Merry licked the corners of her mouth, and purposely said to Chris, "But I don't want to go home."
Chris raised his eyebrows. "Where do you want to go? I'll take you."
