Han Jing directly stuffed Xiao Xue into Han Siqu's arms. Han Siqu, overwhelmed, looked at the little person in his arms, completely stiff, trembling as if afraid he might accidentally hurt her.
Xiao Xue smiled sweetly: "Grandfather, don't be nervous. Xiao Xue doesn't mind you."
"Good, really good." Han Siqu was a bit at a loss for words. This was probably... the first time in his life he held such a small child.
He did have a few concubine-born sons and daughters, but he could hardly remember even their appearances, let alone held them.
He took Jiangnan back home only because at the time he saw the child pitiably, so he took care of him a little, but honestly… he wouldn't know how to take care of children.
Suddenly holding such a soft little girl in his arms melted his heart completely.
