The Little Demon King didn't know what came over him, but in front of this bad uncle who he wasn't even familiar with, he suddenly felt the urge to pour his heart out.
A soft and cuddly little bun, lying in his arms, Gu Xuanye felt so stiff that he dared not even move his neck.
Deep down, there was an unusual surge of emotion.
His heart seemed to have been tangled into a knot, warm and soft, yet achingly sore as if it had been pricked by needles.
His large hand lifted slightly and finally came to rest on the little head, rubbing it gently.
He had originally thought that the Little Devil had lost his father early on, but it turned out his mommy had been cheated on.
To have a father but still be so unwanted, truly... tragic!
Mockery was Gu Xuanye's forte, but consoling someone, especially a four-year-old Little Devil, was not his strong suit at all.
