Although Micah was stunned from being hugged so suddenly by Venera, his body still reflexively clasped her back to take her into his arms to prevent the little girl from falling in case she missed her target (him) or something.
The tiny little figure in his arms was so soft and warm, like a round, white steamed bun from the human realm with many variations in fillings, just like the little girl herself—small, soft, unpredictable, and unbearably cute.
This warm feeling quickly disappeared when Micah heard the little girl's next words: "Brother Micah, do you think that brother will die?"
Venera's tears fell like the light plashing patter of a drizzle on Micah's clothes. The dark blue-haired man froze for a few seconds before he hugged the little girl tighter into his arms. This question sounded so out of the blue and scary that it shocked him, and Micah almost choked on his saliva. Even he had not thought this terrifyingly far.
