Jiang Xun brought over the medical kit, ready to stop the bleeding, but Mu Jingxi gently waved his hand.
Then he understood and stood by, waiting.
"What if uncle still feels pain?" His cold eyes watched Little Nuomi, wanting to know what she would do.
Little Nuomi stood on tiptoes and blew on it, looking very earnest.
Getting tired from tiptoeing, she took a break, then went on tiptoeing again.
The serious and focused look on her face moved Mu Jingxi somewhat.
"Alright, uncle isn't in pain anymore." He looked down and gave a self-mocking smile.
A feeling of indescribable envy welled up in his heart.
Envy for Little Nuomi's father, for having such a cute, knowing, and sensible daughter…
"Really?" Little Nuomi didn't believe him, her grape-like eyes clear and free of any impurities, black and white distinctly pure.
They were like a mountain spring, filled with innocence.
"Mm."
