"Xiao Yu, could you... call me 'Godfather'?" Zhang Wei's request was soft, almost hesitant, recognizing the weight of the term and its implications.
"Gasp!"
Li Xiaoyu blushed, the color deepening on her cheeks, a mix of shyness and the dawning realization of the bond being formed.
It was a significant step, one that seemed to shrink the distance between them with a single word.
Despite her initial reticence, Zhang Wei's gentle persuasion, coupled with her mother's encouraging nod, finally coaxed the word from Li Xiaoyu's lips.
"God...father," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet carrying with it an undeniable warmth that resonated deeply within Zhang Wei.
"!"
The simple address, so hesitantly offered by Li Xiaoyu, struck a chord in Zhang Wei's heart, reminder of the innocence and bravery of youth.
