"Little Xingchen, be good. Daddy's leg is just injured; he can't walk for a few days, but he's not gone!"
Ye Nuanxi bent down and gently kissed away the teardrop at the corner of his eye, soothingly coaxing, "Auntie will carry you to see, I promise Daddy's leg is still there. We won't cry, okay?"
"Okay!"
Upon hearing Ye Nuanxi's voice, the little guy's tears instantly stopped. His chubby little hand reached out to Ye Nuanxi in a gesture asking for a hug, which made Ye Nuanxi's heart soften. With one hand, she scooped the little guy into her arms and held him tightly against her chest, and suddenly her empty soul felt completely filled.
"Good, auntie hug!"
