Beiming Han looked into those eyes and felt as if he had been struck by lightning once more. It gave him an incredibly familiar and intimate feeling.
He had an urge to hug this little girl. Thinking this, he did just that. Beiming Han pulled the little girl in front of him into his arms, letting her sit on his lap.
At this moment, he felt as if his heart was halfway filled, warming him to the point that he nearly melted.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" Beiming Han looked at her anxiously, lifting his hand awkwardly and clumsily to wipe away the tears on her face.
Gu Baobei snapped back to reality at this moment. She lifted her trampled hand and, in a baby-like voice, said, "My hand got stepped on. It really hurts. I want to find Mommy."
When Beiming Han saw the red marks on her hand, it felt as if his heart was being stabbed with a knife. A flicker of coldness crossed his eyes, and he quickly ordered, "Leng Chi, the medicine."
