Seeing Baili Xia crying so desolately, Mu Xiaojiu's heart softened immediately.
The big hand clasping her wrists quickly withdrew, lifting her up, holding her in his embrace.
The large hand gently patted her back as if he was holding his daughter.
He coaxed softly, "Don't cry, Uncle was wrong. Uncle will try not to be harsh in the future, alright? Please stop crying."
For some reason, seeing her in this state, there was a slight ache in his heart.
Perhaps this is how women are, not needing comfort until someone offers it.
Once comforted, they become utterly vulnerable.
So, the more Uncle comforted her, the harder she cried, her small fists hitting him incessantly.
Eventually, she collapsed in his arms from exhaustion, sobbing quietly.
Mu Xiaojiu held her on his lap, cradling her, wiping her tears from time to time with his robe sleeve.
Only when she finally stopped crying did he attempt to converse with her.
"What happened? Tell Uncle who bullied you."
