Sisi is actually a sensible child.
When she saw the shimmering tears in Amo's deep and melancholic eyes, her little heart vibrated involuntarily.
She stared unblinkingly at Amo, bit her lips as though she wanted to say something, but then she hesitated. Her heart was quite uneasy, and she tightened the grip on her small hands.
Perhaps, this was the inherent emotion between father and daughter that made the little one's soul tremble.
Or, it might be the first time this little one saw a man weeping with such touching and sorrowful tears.
However, Amo was a man, and he managed to keep those tears from falling.
Unconsciously, Sisi twisted her own sleeve, one hand on Amo's arm, one on his cheek.
"Don't cry!"
The little one's voice was youthful and pleasing to the ear.
It sounded like heavenly music to Amo.
Amo clasped Sisi's two little hands, holding them tightly in his own.
Sisi could feel the rough traces on his palms from enduring the wind and sand.
