He Xiuyu also hurriedly lowered his head to look at his niece, and both of their gazes landed on He Xuerong's small hand.
They stared unwaveringly for quite some time.
Just when both were feeling very disappointed, He Xuerong finally began to slowly loosen her grip.
But she still stood beside Qiao Qingyu.
The gazes of He Xiuyu and Qiao Qingyu intersected.
He Xiuyu knew that although He Xuerong had her own world, she wasn't completely unresponsive to the outside world.
But even when she did respond, she wouldn't make the corresponding actions.
About three minutes had passed.
It was impossible to confirm whether it was a coincidence.
He Xiuyu hesitated no longer; as long as she let go, that would be good enough. He swiftly bent down to scoop He Xuerong into his arms, then picked up the packed bag next to him and whispered to Qiao Qingyu, "I'll come back the day after tomorrow, and we'll move together. Thank you for all your hard work these past days."
