Qiao Shan's brows lifted. Little bun?
Even Li Feng blushed and quickly looked around. "Guangru, t-there's a little bun?!"
"What's the point of looking around if you're going to yell?" Guangru pouted before levitating and reaching out to pet Li Feng's head. "Baba is already a good baba. You have to be at least half the baba that he is,"—a grin showed on his sweet, childish face—"Big Brother."
"Get lost!"
Guangru's joyous chuckling echoed, and almost everyone turned in his direction. The child then ran to his parents and climbed the father's shoulders. He hugged Liu Xiaodan's head and looked like a proper six-year-old. Chuan Nayi even reached out to pet his head.
The dead forest spirit only sighed. "Perhaps, one could indeed dream."