"Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian stretched out his hand to lift up the little girl's small face that was still tinged with a hint of laughter, and he lowered his head to rub it against her smooth forehead. "I hope that you can always be happy like this in the future."
It would be even better if your smile were to stay for good…
Duan Yue missed his chance to snatch up the little girl in a hug and could only glare from the side. However, he still nodded upon hearing what Mo Lian said.
Although that fellow was very hateful, but seeing as his words made a lot of sense, he would just… acknowledge it reluctantly.
Qiao Mu suddenly stretched out her hand and plucked a piece of dirt off from Mo Lian's face. She cried out in displeasure, "The dirt on your face got onto mine!"
"Pfft… Hahahaha!" It was Duan Yue's turn to be amused this time, and he pointed at Mo Lian in uproarious laughter.
