Pei Yan straightened his arms, holding his daughter away from him, and said earnestly, "I'm not your mama."
Ling nodded, her little finger pointing out the window as she mumbled something indistinctly.
It sounded like she was saying her mama was outside.
Then she pointed at Pei Yan and called out, "Dada."
She knew this wasn't her mama...
Pei Yan didn't know how to explain it to his daughter. She was so young, she probably wouldn't understand anyway.
He quickly called for someone to bring food into the room.
Pei Yan said, "Dada means I'm going to feed you some rice porridge."
Ling was hungry and would eat anything, so her attention was instantly diverted.
She sat obediently in Pei Yan's lap, her mouth open wide like a hungry baby bird waiting to be fed.
For the past two days, Ling hadn't been able to eat or drink milk, always throwing it back up.
Now that she was eating willingly, Pei Yan was genuinely happy, a smile fixed on his lips.
