The night deepens.
Su Ziyu stands by the bed, gazing at the sleeping profile of the little girl. He crouches down and gently ruffles her little head, then lightly brushes her delicate eyebrows with his thumb. Perhaps she's been living in constant fear recently, because even in her dreams, the little girl's brow furrows, her face showing signs of fear, making one's heart ache for her.
For a child of her age, suddenly losing her mother and being hunted by the Academy, showing such calmness is indeed remarkable.
Su Ziyu questioned himself, knowing he couldn't have managed it at that age.
"Don't worry. With Dad here, everything will be fine." Looking at the little girl's gradually peaceful sleeping face, Su Ziyu felt a wonderfully peculiar sensation.
Daughter.
He actually has a daughter.
