He suddenly realized that liking someone means giving up one's dignity, and even the strongest confidence can disappear.
In front of the person you like, even the strongest person can feel inferior, fearing that they aren't good enough for the other.
After a long time, he gathered himself and gritted his teeth.
Two years ago, this daring woman set fire to his private forest and escaped with Xiaoxiao by faking her death!
What kind of woman is she!?
Is her heart made of iron?
Yet, despite the extreme anger, his heart softened into an ocean of tenderness.
Just at that moment, his gaze shifted.
A short chubby little figure walked up to her, tugging at her pant leg, seeming to say something.
His pupils shrank slightly, that little cutie wearing thick corrective glasses, with rosy cheeks, looking like a real-life version of Arale, is Xiaoxiao?
After two years without seeing, the little ball of flesh in his arms has already grown into a little girl.
