Ruanruan looked at Anqing, "So... Daddy, do you like it when Ruanruan calls you Daddy?"
Anqing lowered his eyes, "It's not a question of what I like or dislike."
Ruanruan responded, "It does matter."
She bowed her head, gazing at her own toes, her voice very faint, "If you like it, I'll tell you. If you don't like it, I won't tell you, and... and I won't call you Daddy anymore."
"If you don't like Ruanruan, then... once you've recovered from your injuries, I... I'll stop looking for you."
Ruanruan kept her head down, and Anqing could only see her fluffy little head. Even so, it was clear that the child felt very dejected.
"I..." Anqing opened his mouth and raised his hand, intending to pat her head, but he hesitated before it landed and instead placed it on Ruanruan's shoulder.
Anqing's face showed a trace of awkwardness, "I don't dislike it."
Ruanruan suddenly lifted her head, the despondency gone, her eyes brimming with laughter as she looked at Anqing.
