But he had always been the type to act on his impulses.
He hesitated for only half a second before reaching out again.
The man's slender fingertips gently rested on the strip of black cloth covering the little girl's face.
Feeling the little girl's fearful trembling, he softened the pressure of his touch.
Gently, slowly, he pulled the cloth down from her face.
A pair of tear-filled, deep blue, peach-blossom eyes were exposed before Aidan Lucas.
The child's plump face, with lips tightly clenched out of fear, quivered gently.
The tears had soaked her curly eyelashes, which fluttered slightly.
Two large teardrops rolled down her delicate eyelids.
"..."
Aidan Lucas was stunned.
For the first time, in addition to the woman, there was another precious one before him that he had no idea how to deal with.
Upon seeing the little girl's face, the emotions that surged in his heart weren't rage or cruelty, but a deep sense of heartache.
