A resounding response.
The little one untied her yellow little bee down hat, revealing a head of thick black hair neatly covering her ears and hanging down her pale little neck.
Suddenly, she took on a delicate appearance of a girl.
Marcus Moore scratched his head and said elegantly, "Little sister, Uncle made a mistake, sorry ha."
But.
Looking at her, he felt there was something familiar about the delicate brows and eyes of the child in front of him.
It seemed he had seen her somewhere?
Also, at this moment, her beautiful big eyes sparkled brilliantly, her nose was straight and high, her lips were pale pink, and her face expression, how should one say it?
She neither spoke nor smiled.
Cold, indifferent.
She seemed enveloped in an aloof and naturally cold demeanor, like a beam of light pouring down on her head, making such a little person seem like a fairy descended from heaven, exceptionally dazzling.
It made one unable to look away.
