Mo Nanjue's eyes revealed sorrow, while Chennchenn stared with his clear black-and-white eyes. No one wanted such lies, yet they were heart-wrenching. The man let go of his hand, and Tong Ran looked up at him, "Go wait in the room, I'll take him for a bath."
Mo Nanjue lowered his eyes and looked away, Chennchenn laying on Tong Ran's shoulder and waved at him, "Daddy, wait for me, okay? I'll be quick."
Mo Nanjue nodded slightly but continued to stand motionless.
Tong Ran dashed into the bathroom with Chennchenn in her arms. The little guy jumped into the bathtub after stripping off, completely unaware of what had just happened; he played with the foam in his palms, "Mom, what's wrong with Daddy?"
"Nothing much, just a cold, afraid he'll pass it onto you."
"Will he be better tomorrow? I want to talk to Daddy."
"... Yes, he will."
Tong Ran sat by the side, wiping his body. Her hand paused, and she suddenly asked, "Chennchenn, do you love Daddy?"
