Ruan Qi's thoughts are actually very simple. She just hopes to make her family and Xi Jiu happy within her abilities.
She hopes what she brings everyone is joy, not sorrow.
Even if she truly dies one day, she hopes that when her family and Xi Jiu think of her, they are happy.
The young girl sobbed, intermittently expressing her heartfelt thoughts.
Knowing her thoughts, Xi Jiu's heart felt as if it was being cut by a blunt knife, painfully sharp.
Children from other families are often rebellious, arguing with parents, running away from home, throwing tantrums, sparing none.
Yet his young girl, though raised with love by elders, is so sensible it's heartbreaking, even burdening herself with the thought of death.
Xi Jiu sighed, holding Ruan Qi as he sat on the sofa, gently lifting her small face from his neck.
"Baby," he pinched her chin, raising her head, "Look at me."
Ruan Qi looked at him with teary rabbit-like eyes.
