Lu Jianjun patiently consoled Little Tiger, gently rubbing his back in soothing circles. "She's fine. Nothing happened to her," he said softly, his voice calm and reassuring.
Little Tiger remained silent, his big brown eyes staring into the distance, unmoved by his father's words.
"Little Tiger, you don't have to worry. She's all right. Did you hear me?" Lu Jianjun repeated, hoping to ease his son's troubled mind.
After a moment, Little Tiger gave a reluctant nod, his face still pressed against Lu Jianjun's shoulder. Though he acknowledged his father's assurances, they didn't seem to lift the weight of his gloomy mood. He stayed quiet, his tiny body unmoving in his father's arms.