Yun Ya paused for a moment, but soon raised her little face, her smile brighter than the sun in the sky, "Brother Yan, how can you tell I'm not happy?" She pouted, pretending to be displeased, "If I must say I'm unhappy, it's because you've been gone so long that I've been worried."
The girl's playful and lively voice, with her spirited expression and blush-stained cheeks, was truly endearing.
Gentleness rippled through Yan Song's gaze as he slowly released her hand and gently patted her head, "I'm sorry, I made you wait too long."
Yun Ya lowered her gaze, a flicker of melancholy quickly disappearing.
Licking her ice cream, she murmured, "Brother Yan, do you like children?"
She had asked him this question more than once before, and his answer had never changed. Yet at this moment, she still wanted to hear him say it again.
