"Little uncle......" her voice came softly.

"Shhhh Han Chenhao lowered his head and kissed her black hair, and those beautiful eyes exuded unprecedented pity and softness.

Han Jifeng looked inside through the huge transparent glass of the toy room, his eyes fell on the well-behaved and beautiful little girl, and his gaze, which had always been cold and detached, unconsciously became gentle.

That little thing, actually, was his daughter.

Her body was bleeding from him.

A strange warm current slowly flowed through his body, and the smile on the corner of his lips couldn't help but soften more and more.

He raised his hand, pushed the door open, and the long figure walked in.

The two children who realized that someone had come in turned around at the same time, and when they saw that the person who came in was Han Jifeng, Xiaoxi immediately stood up and shouted-

"Uncle."

"Xiaoxi." Han Jifeng waved his hand at her and walked in front of her, probably knowing the relationship between each other as a blood relative, Han Jifeng's feeling of calling her name became different.

"Have you come to see me, uncle? I'm so happy. Xiaoxi smiled, her two beautiful big eyes smiled like two crescent moons, looking sweet and cute.

"yes, I came to see you." Han Jifeng bent down and hugged Xiaoxi up, her strong arm giving her the best protection, "How are you feeling now, are you feeling better?" ”

Xiaoxi nodded seriously, "I'm much better, I heard that an uncle gave me a blood transfusion, so I don't have pain here." She pointed to the location of the heart.

Seeing her so sensible and strong, Han Jifeng felt more and more distressed, and he hugged her tightly-

"Xiaoxi rest assured, after this period of time, it will never hurt again."

"Really?" The pain was a pain that made the five-year-old girl feel palpitating.

"Of course, I promise." Han Jifeng said with a resolute look in his eyes.

"I believe uncle." Xiaoxi's simple gaze contained tenacious strength.

The sun was very good, the whole hospital was bathed in a warm orange sun, the lake in the distance shone blue, Ling Tongyu stood in the corridor of the ancient castle, looking at Han Jifeng and Xiaoxi who were playing under the grapevine trellis of the hospital with a smile.

"Giggles......" Xiaoxi's silver bell-like laughter came over, these days, Han Jifeng gets along with her day and night, takes her out for a walk, the two of them are tired of being together all day long, they look very happy, Xiaoxi's spirit is getting better and better, the doctor said, according to this, the probability of success of the operation will be higher.

"Look, uncle, there are beautiful butterflies there." Xiaoxi raised his head, pointed to a withered leaf butterfly on the flower branch in front of him, and said excitedly.

"Do you like it?" Han Jifeng squatted down beside her, straightened her messy hair, and asked.

"Hmmm! I heard from my mother that the dead leaf butterfly will become a particularly beautiful flower after death, and those who have the dead leaf butterfly flower will be happy for the rest of their lives. Xiaoxi's eyes were full of longing.

"Then I'll help you catch it." Han Jifeng rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and Wen Lei had already taken the bamboo pole.

"Can you?" Xiaoxi's eyes flashed with light, like the bright stars in the sky, shining on Han Jifeng's sky.

"Of course." Han Jifeng said with great confidence.

"Okay, okay, uncle's going to catch butterflies." Xiaoxi clapped her hands happily, and Han Jifeng hurriedly put her fingers to her mouth and motioned for her not to make a sound.

When Xiaoxi saw it, he immediately covered his mouth and opened his eyes wide, so nervously watching Han Jifeng slowly approach the beautiful butterfly with a bamboo pole.

It's been a long time since I've heard such laughter, and Ling Tongyu's heart swells up with a quiet emotion, as long as Xiaoxi is happy, it's the most important thing.

Han Jifeng asked people to find a beautiful glass bottle, carefully put the caught dead leaf butterfly into it, closed the lid, the butterfly fluttered its wings inside, and the glass bottle shimmered with colorful light in the sunlight.

Xiaoxi lay on the table curiously, her little head resting on her arm, and her big black glass-like eyes flashed as she looked at the dead leaf butterfly inside.

Han Jifeng took off his gloves and hat, and bent down with Xiaoxi to look at the butterflies in the glass bottle.

The two heads, one large and one small, are next to each other, looking at it from a distance, it is a warm picture.

Suddenly, Xiaoxi's originally elated expression dimmed, she touched the glass bottle with her hand, and said-

"Uncle, let's release the Dead Leaf Butterfly."

"Why? Doesn't Xiaoxi like it very much? Han Jifeng looked at her and asked.

Xiaoxi lifted the lid and turned the glass bottle upside down, allowing the dead leaf butterfly to fly out, and in the sun, the butterfly flapped its wings in place a few times, and then flew away with its wings spread.

Looking at its farther and farther figure, Xiaoxi said, "Mom said that you can't build your happiness on the pain of others, so, although I like it, I still have to let it go to its mother, it's gone, its mother will be anxious, then how pitiful they are, I don't want them to be so pitiful." As she spoke, her voice was a little choked, and her eyes were red.

Han Jifeng was stunned, and his heart was shocked, this little guy is so small, and he actually has such a big heart.

She is really sensible and kind.

However, after getting along so closely these days, and thinking back to the previous several meetings, Han Jifeng found one thing, that is, Xiaoxi couldn't leave his mother in three sentences, but he never mentioned his father.

He asked tentatively, "Xiaoxi, you only said Mom, didn't you think that maybe Little Butterfly's father would also worry about it?" “

"Daddy?" Hearing this, Xiaoxi shook her head vigorously, a thick mist filled her eyes, and said, "I don't know what it's like to be missed by my father, you say, will Little Butterfly's father miss her like his mother?" ”

When Han Jifeng heard this, his heart was beaten again, and an incomparably painful feeling surged in his heart, as if he had been cut by a knife, "Xiaoxi......" His voice was trembling, and there was a sudden sour feeling in his eyes that he had never felt before.

Xiaoxi saw that Han Jifeng was sad for her, and reluctantly showed her usual cute smile, comforting him, "Uncle, it's okay, it's good that I miss my mother, that's enough, it's okay if I don't have a father, I'm also very happy." ”

The mouth said that it didn't matter, but after all, it was a five-year-old child, and as he spoke, tears flowed down, and the teardrops were like pearls, rolling down his cheeks one by one, and he looked very pitiful.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a dad? Listening to Xiaoxi's words, Han Jifeng had mixed feelings in his heart, feeling neglected and hurt that he had never suffered before, and at the same time felt very guilty and guilty.