This towering Dragon爷, majestic and unattainable like a god.
When people see him, they only feel as insignificant as dust.
He is a deity walking in the heavens, untouchable by the humble dust.
But now, this lord lowers his noble body, stretches out his hands, somewhat awkwardly lifting the child who barely reaches half his height.
His movements are a bit clumsy, although with his strength, carrying a child is a very easy task.
But this child is so small, so soft, and not to mention he is injured, the child in his arms is like a fragile crystal doll.
Long Xiliang recalls the way Yan Nanxun held the child.
Yan Nanxun seemed to hold the child with ease, but when the child was in his arms, Long Xiliang inexplicably became anxious.
Long Xiliang let the child sit in the crook of his arm, holding the child's small leg, the injured leg naturally dangling outside his arm, that way, it wouldn't be touched by his hand.
