Pei Yan picked up his daughter and lifted her over his head. The little one reached out and grabbed the kite.
She giggled with delight.
She wasn't angry with Pei Yan anymore.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. 'Father is so strong! He lifted me so high.'
'Mother can't lift me that high.'
"Father, you're so, so, so, so... amazing!" Ling said with an exaggerated expression, repeating "so" again and again.
Seeing the worshipful look in his daughter's eyes, Pei Yan looked smug. "When you're a little older, Father will teach you how to climb trees, ride horses, and shoot a bow. Father will teach you anything you want to learn."
The little one's eyes shone even brighter.
Clutching the kite with both hands, she leaned affectionately against Pei Yan, her little feet dangling and swinging. 'My father is the best!'
Pei Yan held the child with one arm and stroked the little one's head with his other hand.
