There's no need to let this child suffer because of me, getting caught in this cold wind and all. After all, Xiong Shan and his wife work diligently at Grandpa's house.
But after making this gesture, Li Zhiyuan immediately realized that he had sullied himself once again.
Wouldn't it think I was using the child in my arms, manipulating it?
After all, it was the one who gave this child its name. Over such a long period, the child was placed daily in the Peach Forest. Though it never personally watched over, the thick and fresh petal bed on the ground couldn't appear out of thin air. The nearby peach trees couldn't shed so many peach blossoms.
The wind blew even stronger, almost forming a sweeping force in the forest.
Even Li Zhiyuan himself could hardly stand steady. Even with his head down, the wind still left fine cuts on his cheeks.
But now, it was even more impossible to put the child down.
Because if he put it down, it would only seem more like manipulation.
