Little Ai shook her head, smiled at him, and quickly withdrew her gaze, her heart pounding like a drum.
That glance was so gentle.
Wubai licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her, until the bodyguard behind reminded him there was a car ahead. Only then did he retract his gaze and focus on driving.
Returning home again, it felt as if a century had passed.
Little Ai looked at the man who was so close, he carried her inside and placed her on the sofa where they often played, the cushions on the sofa were ones she bought during shopping trips before, and on the television opposite were her favorite plushies.
Little Ai took a deep breath.
This is home, the familiar aroma.
Nothing has changed, as if she was never driven out, as if she just went on a vacation and came back.
