Su Muyao was completely unable to resist.
It was as if she were bewitched, her heart racing, thumping vigorously.
Unconsciously, she reached out and gently embraced Di Fu Yuan's body.
At this moment, truly embracing him, she could feel the warmth of his body, seemingly warming her heart through his clothes.
And as if, a long, long time ago, she had performed this action countless times.
Now, with the aura enveloping her, it felt as if every inch of her body was submerged, a familiar sensation at the soul level.
As Di Fu Yuan was hugged, his body went rigid for a moment.
A bit incredulous, yet pleasantly surprised.
Eventually, his body slowly relaxed, feeling the familiar embrace and familiar aura from before, his eyes were tinged with red.
Back then, his little girl loved being in his arms the most, letting him hold her.
Even her handwriting and paintings were taught by him, hand in hand.
