Chu Xiaoge paused for a moment, then said to her daughter in a serious tone, "It's not fear, it's just... there's no need for it."
As she finished speaking, Chu Xiaoge lowered her eyes.
Long and thick eyelashes drooped, casting a fan-shaped shadow.
"Oh..." Chuchu looked back and took another lick of her ice cream. "Xiao Ge, don't be afraid. Chuchu will protect you! Once I finish this ice cream, I'll become a superman!"
"Alright, my little superman." Chu Xiaoge smiled and gently rubbed Chuchu's little head, feeling an indescribable sweetness in her heart.
It is said that daughters are their mothers' little cotton jackets. Chuchu had been so sensible since she was young, which gave her much comfort.
Looking back at the past five years, she went from being a freshly graduated young girl to becoming an unmarried mother.
Raising a child with an unknown father, she bore the strange looks from others alone.
This road was tougher and scarier than she had imagined.
