Fu Ting's eyes were already red when he heard this. He wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, and the tip of his nose was red. He looked pitiful." We all love you very much. Can you not leave? If you leave, there will really be nothing left.""
"The wind is so strong outside, and it's so cold."
She had already arrived in front of him and opened her arms." You've waited for me for so long. I'm here now. Do you want to hug me?"
Her gaze fell on the dagger in his hand." You can't hug me with the dagger. Can you throw it away?"
Fu Yu 'an's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and there were still many red veins in the white part of his eyes, outlining the hazy drunkenness.
The crisp sound of a dagger landing on the ground could be heard in the air.
A few seconds later, he bent down and held the little girl in his arms. He reached out and caressed the back of her head.