"Yunduo…"
Yan Xiaye bit her lip, hesitant to speak. She had so much she wanted to say to the little one, yet it seemed she had no right to speak freely.
"Yanyan, I understand, I understand it all." Little Yunduo smiled, her rosy lips and white teeth revealing two beautiful dimples on her cheeks.
She reached up her small hand to touch Yan Xiaye's cheek, a trace of melancholy that didn't match her age in that little face so much like Li Yuntang's.
Yan Xiaye gazed at him, with a heaviness and sharp pain in her chest, as if she was looking at another younger, tender-hearted Li Yuntang.
Facing such a fragile but determinedly strong Little Yunduo, she carefully organized her words but could not think of anything to say to comfort him. She could only gently hold his tiny hand, looking earnestly into his clear, distinct eyes, and softly said, "No matter what happens, I'm always on your side."
This sentence was not just comfort, but also a promise.
