The Importance of One Line

Xiajun Yanting did not know why, but when he heard this child call him "Uncle," his heart softened incredibly.

"Hey, good boy Hao'er. Take this jade bangle."

"Uncle, I don't want the thing." His father had told him before not to take things from other people casually.

Xiajun Yanting's heart had been in a turmoil as his emotions fluctuated continuously. He felt really complicated, but what he could not neglect was his liking for this child.

This child's smile was especially like his mother. Even if he had always felt a deep hatred in his heart, when he actually saw Hao'er now, he suddenly realized that his hatred stemmed from love. If not for love, one would not continue to hate.

At this moment, Xiajun Yanting felt that he could no longer control his emotions. He could not force his hatred out no matter how much he tried. He forced himself to hate the child, but he could not bring himself to do it.