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Zhenyong smiled and crouched down and opened his arms.

"Come here, my princess."

Although whether it is to improve his strength, or to compete openly and secretly, Zhenyong has worked hard, but for his daughter Qianxia's care, Zhenyong is extraordinary... It can be said that as long as it involves his family, especially when Xiao Qianxia is involved, Zhenyong will not hesitate to put down everything at hand.

This is his daughter, the daughter of him and the vulture.

Just having this reason is enough.

"True Brave~"

The little girl also showed a sweet smile, she also opened her arms, and jumped towards Zhenyong, and then was held in his arms... I never thought that the warm, strong, and reliable hug full of love and tolerance could come so easily and so naturally.

…

In the corner, Xiao Shion, who was also held in Orochimaru's arms, somehow, suddenly felt a pain in her heart - children don't understand sadness, because they have the protection of their parents, and they don't need to face the wind and rain outside the door when they are so petite and so young... Little Aster, who had never felt her father's love since she was a child, could only stand on tiptoe outside the door - she trembled against the edge of the door, curled up her fragile body, crying and waiting for the wind and rain to pass... The baptism of wind and dust made the pearl more brilliant, but it also made her wear a mask to avoid harm too early.

The little white hand pressed against his chest.

Little Shion suddenly regretted begging her uncle to bring her here—no need for any explanation or words, the strange feeling of being connected by blood almost immediately made her recognize the tall man who was teasing the girl in her arms in the crowd... That handsome, handsome, reliable and sunny man is the man he should have called his father... There was a sudden soreness at the tip of his nose, and his eyes were occupied by some kind of warm liquid, constantly wandering, repeating, and then still flowing down his cheeks, biting his lower lip tightly, wanting to say something, but only sobbing stupidly, unable to speak.

Little Aster felt pain for the first time.

The scene in front of her was sharper than anyone's criticism and ridicule before, as if a precise sharp knife had pierced her heart... But I don't know weishenme, her eyes have never been willing to move away from there, obviously if she looks at it more, she will be a little sadder, obviously the girl who is as big as herself smiles brighter, her eyes will become more blurred, she knows that the cold arms that protect her belong to her uncle, but she still can't help but fantasize about herself and her mother, being held in the arms of that familiar strange man...

The more beautiful it is, the more it hurts... The more I am excited, the more I worry... The more I care, the more aggrieved I become...

Unconsciously, the little hand that grabbed the neckline of the big snake pill became tighter and tighter, and the tighter it was clenched...

…

The tighter you grip it.

Because of excessive force, the originally white and delicate little hands appear even paler, and they are fragile...

The young Shion is actually more like an ordinary girl than those gifted imps... She will be coquettish like a normal little girl, and she will cry like a normal little girl... But compared to the daughter of an ordinary family, as a next-generation shrine maiden, she has not had a father of her own since she was a child...

Sad? Weep?

Orochimaru shook his head—that's for sure.

But Little Aster would never let her mother see herself like this... When she was just a child, she would rather sit stubbornly alone in Orochimaru's laboratory and sobble low than cry loudly...

I've seen the choked Orochimaru that bites his lower lip and lets tears and snot run wildly on his face... He finally believed that human beings, animals, were born imperfect, and in the deepest part of their hearts, no matter how they disguised themselves and how they changed, there was always one of the softest places... Reluctant to touch, let alone daring to touch, Orochimaru instinctively pushed himself away from there, but in the midst of it, he extended a helping hand of mercy and lingering...

This is a pitiful little girl, and to this day, she has suffered too many things that she shouldn't have endured - fate has never been fair, and this truth has been understood by Orochimaru a long time ago, but he still came here with Shion...

In order to make trouble for "True Brave".

Even now, this excuse could not be fooled by himself - he confessed that he had been moved by compassion, and that he was willing to pay all the price for the sake of this little girl, without any additional reason or excuse.

Some rough palms brushed over Aster's head.

… You must be scared, right?

How could Orochimaru, who watched her grow up, not understand what kind of struggle and grievances the little life that was constantly trembling in his arms...

"Shion doesn't cry..."

Some hoarse voices sounded... Orochimaru, who never knew how to comfort people, and who he never thought about comforting, was still a little overwhelmed, he could only speak awkwardly according to the appearance of a "normal person" in his memory, and even with a little trill...

"If you're not feeling well, let's go back first."

“…”

There was no answer, and the girl shook her head desperately, her eyes fixed on the direction in which Zhenyong and Chixia were playing... Even if it's just a glance... Even if it's a moment longer.

"Hey..."

Sighing helplessly, I don't know if I feel to myself, or if I have made up my mind...

Standing aside will never lead to results... Instead of letting Shion go back with regret and pain, it is better to argue clearly...

Finally, Orochimaru took a step.

Right on her way to where she was supposed to be.