He couldn't see the little girl's face clearly, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him to protect her...
"And what about the other half?" Zoe Yale tilted her head, noticing Charles White zoning out, and waved her hand in front of him.
"What are you thinking about, so seriously?"
"Nothing much, are you hungry? There's a chef at home who's very good at cooking, do you want to try?" Charles White snapped back to reality, looking at Zoe Yale standing in front of him.
Only then did he realize that ever since he met her, he'd thought of that little girl less and less.
Unlike before, when he would almost dream about her every night.
Sometimes he could even clearly feel that the little girl was standing right in front of him. He tried hard to reach out and grab her, but he could never catch her...
"Sure!" At the mention of food, Zoe Yale instantly had stars in her eyes, looking at him expectantly.
She pounced into his arms like a child waiting for a meal.
