When Xiao Luo saw Su Xiaobei, the little girl was already sleeping in bed. She had shallow breathing, and there were tears near the corners of her eyes that had not yet dried. Her eyes were shut, and she was quiet, her long lashes casting gentle shadows like little fans.
"Xiaobei…"
Xiao Luo sat at the edge of the bed and reached a hand out to gently stroke her face with the back of his hand.
Maybe she saw him in his sleep, or maybe she could feel that he was near her, but the little girl muttered a quiet "daddy" under her breath.
Xiao Luo's heart almost melted upon hearing her call him "daddy." When it came to Su Xiaobei, Xiao Luo had an instinct to care for and protect the child. The moment he met her, he was overcome with an indescribable feeling. It was as if he had already known her for a long time as if she was his own family.