Gu Xiaoer's blood seemed to stagnate as she hung her head low, a penetrating light above her felt as if it was piercing straight to the bottom of her heart.
Han Luoli took a step back, gazed at the little girl, and the cold, hard lines of his lips parted, "Gu Xiaoer, I thought you would understand me, that you would get it. Even when you're angry or sad, I haven't said a word. But Gu Xiaoer, why am I doing so much, only for you to still push me away!"
The man's voice, almost accusatory, startled Gu Xiaoer.
He, always so cool or gentle, had erupted with his own emotions.
"Da Luoluo, I..." Gu Xiaoer bit her lip, unsure of how to respond.
