She wasn't even four days old yet, but her watery eyes held a strange, quiet understanding, as if she was telling him, in her own way, not to cry.
Mer Chu could barely breathe as he gazed at her, his heart breaking all over again. This child, the last remnant of the woman he loved, had become his world in the span of a single tear-filled moment. He held her a little closer, feeling the warmth of her tiny body against his chest, and whispered, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."
The child, oblivious to his sorrow, continued to smile, her eyes still locked on his, her small fingers gripping tightly onto him as though she could hold him together when everything else had fallen apart.
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