"He's very worried about you."
In the deserted city, within the tranquil estate, the ethereal and elusive voice of the Sapling echoed.
Perched quaintly on a lotus leaf in the pond, her delicate features had already become clear, her smile sweet and innocent, resembling the girl next door.
She had long since learned to read.
The words that Dong Tianze left on the note, she read them clearly. Her wisdom, growing along with her power, allowed her to sense the anxiety and concern of the writer.
She faintly sensed that the time for parting was near, yet she was quite unwilling to let it happen.
"Father..."
She clutched the hem of her garment, bowed her head, and said timidly, "Are you about to leave soon?"
Pang Jian shook his head: "No rush."
He glanced at the young girl who bore a resemblance to him, his expression becoming a daze, his emotions slowly surging.
