A delicate, soft figure crashed into his arms, her small hands tightening again and again around his firm waist. A voice tinged with sobs echoed from within his embrace: "Uncle… don't go… don't leave just like this, okay?"
Gu Qianxi heard her call him "Uncle" again after so long, that familiar feeling—but somehow, it felt different now.
"Keke, tell me now, do you want me to be your 'Uncle,' or…" Gu Qianxi's voice was already unbearably hoarse. The light outside filtered through the window, casting soft halos across the once-dark room.
He lowered his head to gaze at the tiny, tear-streaked face pressed against his chest. Though he couldn't fully see her expression, he knew she must have suffered immense grievances and was heartbroken beyond measure.
