When Song Huaxu came to, he only felt a fuzzy sensation on his face, as if a small animal were sniffing him.
He opened his eyes and saw a little face, dirty and smudged.
"...You're awake!" Yan Congze pouted his small mouth, "I want to drink nanny's milk!"
"Drink!" Song Huaxu immediately sat up, "Don't cry."
It was only upon getting up that he realized his body was covered in footprints, not a single spot clean.
As soon as Yan Congze heard he could have his nanny's milk, he beamed with joy, clapping his hands, "Yay, nanny's milk!"
There was a certain childish innocence and adorability about it.
But Song Huaxu was cold-hearted.
All he cared about was how this child's few cries could make him faint from crying.
When he was at the Yan Family, hadn't he cried too?
Why didn't it affect him then?
Yet after his crying, Sun Qinglian was able to comprehend Sword Intent.
Could it be that Yan Wanqing isn't the chosen one, but this child is?
