Crespo's words were like a stone dropped into a lake, instantly stirring up ripples in Klaina's heart. Her expression suddenly became unnatural, acquiring a bashfulness unique to young girls.
"Oh, it looks like I've guessed correctly. Tell daddy, which lucky young man is it?" Crespo looked at his daughter, somewhat surprised. His heart also felt a pinch of loss, realizing that if his daughter were to marry, she would leave him.
Klaina shook her head, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, "Daddy, no, I don't fancy anyone. Klaina will never marry; I will always be daddy's Little Klaina."
Crespo said, "How can that be? A girl must eventually get married. Are you keeping secrets from daddy? My Little Klaina, you know how much daddy loves you. Tell me."
Looking up at Crespo's earnest gaze, Klaina didn't know why but her eyes suddenly reddened. She felt as if there was some grievance in her heart, and tears uncontrollably flowed down her cheeks.
