"You're dead, there's no need for me to pull the trigger." Lu Xiaojiu scoffed at herself, "After hating for so many years, in the end, this is the conclusion."
"Haven't you always wished for my death?"
"Of course!"
"Xiaojiu, if I died, would you be sad?"
"Daddy, what is death?" Harry asked innocently, eating ice cream as he spoke, his eyes were clean and pure. Lu Bai suddenly realized something: if he were to die, what would happen to Harry?
He's so small, perhaps when he grows up, he wouldn't even remember that he was once loved.
The child's question interrupted the conversation between Lu Bai and Lu Xiaojiu. Of course, they wouldn't explain what death was to a child. Lu Bai sighed softly, saying nothing more, and Lu Xiaojiu stood up to take her leave.
"Daddy, did you upset Sister?"
"No."
"You did!"
"No."
"You did!"
Lu Bai couldn't argue with Harry, showing paternal authority, "Finish your ice cream, then we'll go home."
