The setting sun slanted low, its afterglow stretching the shadows long. Accompanied by a sudden burst of cicadas' buzzing, Huo Family's little pink dumpling plopped down to the ground, her hat knocked off, a face of confusion.
She never thought she would meet her father this way.
The little girl bit her lip, feeling a mix of anger and annoyance, the orange-red sunset lighting up her little face even redder.
Huo Qinqi quickly turned around to see her sitting on the ground, the hat that used to sit on her head had been knocked off. Her look towards him was one of bewilderment and innocence.
Seemingly unsure how to handle the situation in front of her.
Huo Qinqi reached out, his broad fingers grasping her little arm, effortlessly pulling her up. He kneeled down half-squatting, seriously looking at her, "Where did you fall?"
It's hard to tell if it was the heat or the buzzing cicadas that made his naturally hoarse voice even deeper.
