Mo Yan was momentarily stunned, obviously not quite understanding his meaning.
Looking at her dazed and silly expression, Yan Junyu could not help but chuckle, "It's exactly what you're thinking. From now on, don't think about sending Little Flower back, she would be very sad if she knew."
As he spoke, a strong sense of melancholy filled his heart. Little Flower's mother had saved him in the icy and snowy wilderness, providing him with warmth. Even though he started raising Little Flower as a way to repay her mother's kindness, after so many years together, he had come to regard Little Flower as family.
Now, entrusting her care to another person, even knowing that this person would take good care of her, he could not help but worry.
The feelings Yan Junyu harbored were like those of a loving father marrying off his daughter; even though he knew Mo Yan was reliable, he couldn't help but worry she might not take good care of Little Flower.