Little Huai Lu casually grabbed the robe in front of her.
She wiped her face and her hands.
Finally, he wiped his nose.
Her eyes were red, as if they had been washed with water. They were clear like Jade, and she looked very smart.
Lu huaijiang's instant familiarity was quickly thrown to the back of his mind.
One man and one soul, one tall and one short, looked at each other.
At this moment, Lu huaijiang no longer had the decisiveness he once had. He only felt some peace in his eyes.
The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
"Little brat, wipe your eyes." Lu huaijiang's lips curved and he couldn't help but tease her.
Sure enough, the short man wiped his eyes in panic, and Lu huaijiang laughed softly.
His voice was low and deep, with the unique magnetism of a youngster.
"Little ancestor, you've finally stopped crying." Lu huaijiang heaved a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt that this little girl was more interesting than him killing people.
