Wu Youqing had completely calmed down and softly spoke to the little girl others couldn't see.
"But... it's indeed possible."
"If you really are mine... even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I shouldn't hastily get rid of you."
"..."
"Don't suddenly hug me... I'm not used to it."
"..."
"...That's him, even if I had... it's not possible..."
"..."
"The match is about to burn out... don't do this... it's not like I won't see you again after this..."
"..."
"Ah, really..."
In the complex sigh of Wu Youqing, the red and blue flames on the match gradually extinguished.
...
After leaving the library, Xue Jing went home and made dinner for Miao Miao, who had slept until dark.
After dinner, with nothing else to do, he sat in the living room and threw darts at the dartboard, accumulating [Aiming] experience.
