"Miss Ma Mingzhu… I'm so sorry it took me so long. I put you through a lot…" Qingyi said, finally tearing his gaze away from little Lingxi.
Of course, that adorable little dragon had no intention of letting go of her father.
Even in Rouxi's arms, she kept stretching toward him, her tiny fingers clinging to his robes with stubborn determination.
Rouxi tried to pull her back once or twice, but the girl only gripped the fabric even tighter, letting out a grumble of protest each time.
In the end, Rouxi gave up with a defeated sigh and handed her daughter over to Qingyi, who nestled her comfortably against his chest.
Lingxi let out a happy squeal, rubbing her little face against him and wrapping her tiny fingers possessively around the back of his neck, as if to tell the whole world that this spot belonged to her and her alone.
Mingzhu watched the scene with a warm heart, and it took her a second to register the words he had just spoken.
