Shanshan saw Jian Qing and smiled, her eyes curving up, shining with admiration, completely unscared by the bloodshed before her.
Stepping over the lifeless body of a man in black, she accidentally stepped on the large hand of the fearsome leader of the men in black.
"Bad guy!"
Shanshan made a face at the man in black, who was dead with eyes wide open, and then excitedly ran towards Jian Qing.
"Mommy!"
Jian Qing bent down to pick her up, carefully checking her, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
Shanshan grinned, "No, Mommy is so cool."
"Oh, you!"
Seeing her daughter was not frightened but instead very excited, Jian Qing lightly scraped her nose and the corners of her lips pulled into an indulgent smile.
The little boy watched the affectionate scene between Jian Qing and her daughter, a trace of longing flashed in his eyes before it quickly turned into a frost that couldn't be melted away.
"Little master, are you alright?" Del asked, clutching his injured arm, his expression tense.
