Xie Sui sat on the cold rails, elbows on knees, staring at the little girl.
Xie Yingtao's gaze shifted down and fell on his father's lap. The black trousers outlined his slender and straight legs. The trousers were rolled up, revealing a beautiful ankle.
She leaned closer to him, bent over, and tenderly lowered the rolled trousers for him.
"It's very windy here." Xie Yingtao looked at him with big, blinking eyes and said, "It will catch a cold."
Xie Sui frowned, and a tingling sensation rose in his heart.
Before Xiaobai saw him dressed like this, she would always stop him before he went out and would put his trousers down, saying that it was not cool at all.
"Dad." The girl cried tentatively, "Let's go home."
"I'm not your father." Xie Sui lay on the rail again, closed his eyes, and lazily said, "You don't go anymore; the train is coming."
"Just because Cherry doesn't memorise the multiplication table of nine to nine, is Dad going to die?"
"..."