Lingxi's large, round eyes—whose beauty rivaled that of a purple nebula and even outshone her father's—slowly narrowed.
Nestled in Rouxi's lap, the baby turned her tiny body, fixing her gaze on her father across the hall as he held Ruxue in a tight embrace.
"Aba… dada!" She stretched out a chubby little hand toward him, then looked up at Rouxi with a worried expression spreading across her round little face.
"It's all right, sweetheart. Daddy's just going away for a little while, only a few days… He'll be back in no time," Rouxi murmured softly, running her fingers through her daughter's black hair streaked with green.
Far from soothing her, the words only made Lingxi narrow her little eyes further. She began babbling nonstop, her tiny hands gesturing vigorously toward her father.
Hearing the little one's indignant protests, Qingyi couldn't help but smile tenderly.
Ruxue also let out a soft chuckle, charmed by the baby's adorable babbling.
