Children are just like that; their reluctance comes in a very simple and direct manner.
"I don't want you to leave. So when you have to leave, I get sad."
The sight of the child with red-rimmed eyes pained Bo Jingshen's heart.
He didn't want to leave the child for even a second, so much so that he began to question himself, how had he managed to not be there for the child for five years?
The child was indeed very sad, with pursed lips and red eyes, also looking a bit wronged.
But still, the child was very sensible and quickly sniffled, trying to adjust his emotions. His voice still sounded choked with sobs, but he spoke sensibly, "Then, then be careful on your way, you, you must come visit me often!"
"Okay. Definitely." Bo Jingshen nodded, hooking his pinky finger with Zhao Xiaole's. "So, I'm leaving now?"
"Uh... Wah!" Zhao Xiaole couldn't hold back his tears any longer.
