"Lily, do you really want to be my daughter?" Uncle Ox felt his heart soften like a puddle of water when he heard Lily Shaw express her desire to be his daughter.
All these years, he had dreamed of having a daughter. But he had long stopped thinking about the matters of men and women; living alone for so many years had made him accustomed to being by himself, and he hadn't planned on finding a woman to live with.
"I want to, of course I want to. Uncle Ox, I've always regarded you as my father, and I've memorized every word of your teachings." Lily Shaw looked sincerely into Uncle Ox's eyes, which hid some hint of expectation, and said earnestly.
