"No," Mr. Xing's voice carried a bit of a rasp, as he held her so tightly it seemed he wanted to embed her into his own body, uttering the words with an emotion hard to discern, "Nini, let me hold you for a while!"
He held her tightly, just held her, and didn't speak again.
In truth, nobody knew how shaken his heart was—his Little Nini had rushed to save him first.
In his life experiences, filled with countless dangers and numerous escapes from death...
Yet, except for his mother and his comrades, his Little Nini was the first person willing to risk her life to protect him.
Could there be anything more touching to him, anything else that could warm up his frozen heart?
Many times he had hovered on the edge of death, many times he had narrowly escaped it, knowing only that he needed to become stronger and still stronger, invincible so that nobody could surpass him or threaten him again.
