Listening to Nia Mitchell's words, Maxwell Peary's eyes were full of tenderness as he reached out to touch her head, his lips slightly curved into a smile.
This is his little wife.
He wants to watch her at every moment.
With her like this, he doesn't know what he should do.
"Don't worry."
The simple two words, calm as if carrying magic, directly landed on Nia Mitchell's heart.
He reached out to hold her tiny hand, carrying his unique warmth, sweeping away all her emotions.
"Yes, I won't mind other people's eyes."
Nia Mitchell's face was filled with a bright smile.
Her own life, why should she care about others' opinions?
As long as she's happy, isn't that enough?
Her eyes, smiling and squinting like crescent moons, made others feel uplifted just looking at her.
"That's good."
Maxwell Peary nodded, very pleased with her understanding.
Sitting opposite, her father's lips twitched as he turned to look at his son beside him.
