Jiayi was certainly afraid of making him angry. When he got angry, he actually became even more frightening, yet she knew that even if he became angry, he would just harshly punish himself in some way, instead of truly losing his temper.
So, looking at it that way, it didn't seem too terrible for her...
She nodded, her lips as delicate as a budding flower parting as she admitted honestly, "I'm afraid too."
He tousled her hair, which had become slightly disheveled due to panic, not too gently but not too harshly either, "Since you're afraid, be good and go back to rest. Such things won't happen again in the future. My uncle is usually quite steady. He might have been a bit impulsive today, but I'll talk to him later."
Little Kitten looked both physically and emotionally exhausted, as if she had been traumatized.
When they came down from the terrace, though he held her, he could still feel how violently she was trembling.
The little one needed a good sleep to recuperate.
