The sound of knocking echoed, messy and erratic.
Very much like Little Nuomi's style.
Mu Jingxi put down the sealed bag in his hand, rose to his feet, and went to open the door.
As the study door opened, Little Nuomi stood at the entrance, her tiny face carved like the finest porcelain, raised high, with black and white eyes so beautiful they seemed capable of speech.
"Little Nuomi, what's the matter?"
At that moment, Mu Jingxi's feelings were complex, tinged with a bit of trepidation, but more than that… there was anticipation.
The little one had no idea of his emotional state, her soft little hand reached out and grasped one of his fingers, then excitedly turned around, "Uncle, you come..."
The moment that soft little hand wrapped around his finger, a trace of a smile curled on Mu Jingxi's thin lips.
Her familiar actions always brought him a pleasant surprise.
