Mo Qingli's gaze slowly turned firm. There was only one way to know the truth. Meet him. Meet the father of this child. That was the most important thing.
But the moment that thought appeared, his expression stiffened slightly. A trace of hesitation appeared in his eyes.
Because deep down… he knew. He had been avoiding this. Avoiding it like a plague.
Why? Because he was afraid.
Afraid that the man he would meet… would be connected to that man in his memory, or worse... would be the enemy of that man.
His fingers tightened slightly around Xiao San.
So many years had passed. But some fears… never truly disappeared.
Mo Qingli slowly closed his eyes for a moment. Then opened them again, and they were once again calm and deep.
He looked at the child once more. Xiao San was still staring at him, blinking innocently. Completely unaware of the storm in his thoughts.
Mo Qingli suddenly smiled faintly and gently patted his head.
