Dongfang Yuxin whispered, her eyes a little moist. She didn't know why Huanhuan ran out, let alone why she suddenly had a fever.
She only knew that when she saw her and found her, her heart suddenly felt at ease.
"Is it tiring to take care of her?"
Yuchi Xieyi asked in a deep voice. He had always felt that Dongfang Yuxin was not a good mother. She did not care enough about Huanhuan and took care of her poorly.
"How can I be tired? She is my only relative, my only..."
Yes, the only thing was that there were many people related to her by blood in the General's Mansion, but none of them were worthy of being her relatives.
"Huanhuan's birthmark..."
Looking at the crimson birthmark again, Yuchi Xieyi asked tentatively.
"I've had it since I was a child, just like a little butterfly! Yuchi Xieyi, isn't it very beautiful? The color of this butterfly was dark when Huanhuan was just born, but usually the color is very light, only when she has a fever
, that’s why it’s so obvious…”
Perhaps, every woman is the same. What she likes most is talking about her children.
And Dongfang Yuxin, no matter how domineering she usually is, becomes extraordinarily weak when something happens to Huanhuan.
"Yeah?"
Blood red butterfly, blood red butterfly...
Yuchi Xieyi thought silently in his heart, he knew he should go back to investigate, but...
No, he was sure that Huanhuan was his daughter without any investigation.
That feeling is unmistakable, absolutely unmistakable.
Thinking that this was his daughter, Yuchi Xieyi felt an indescribable softness in his heart. Seeing that Huanhuan was not feeling well, he wished he could go to the hospital for her.
"Hey, Yuchi Xieyi, why do you care so much about my daughter? Could it be..."
Dongfang Yuxin suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Yuchi Xieyi today, and she was trying to protect Huanhuan? This damn man didn't even know how to avoid it?
"Hey, you are a man, how can you be here..."
She huffed and covered herself with the quilt. Although the little girl is still young, innocence is still important.
"She is just a child, what are you afraid of?"
Seeing Dongfang Yuxin's belated action, Yuchi Xieyi was a little speechless. He saw everything he needed to see, this woman.
"The child is also a girl... Yuchi Xieyi, you have been pestering Huanhuan, but don't tell me that you really like her..."
According to his conditions, this appearance, this life experience, and this financial resources, what kind of woman can he marry?
Why did he get entangled with her Huanhuan? No matter how good her daughter is, she probably doesn't have this charm, right?
"I never thought about raising a child bride...but I do like this little girl..."
What does this mean?
Dongfang Yuxin turned her head, looked at him coldly, and said word by word:
"It's useless to like it, I won't agree..."
Although there are many love affairs between young and old, but... it is too fantasy for a normal man to fall in love with a five-year-old girl.
"You're overthinking it...Woman, have you ever thought about finding Huanhuan's father?"
He looked at Dongfang Yuxin tentatively, wondering how this woman would answer.
"Looking for him? Huh, a beggar? And a seriously ill beggar? Why should I come back to him?"
Dongfang Yuxin curled her lips in disdain. That incident was a shame to her. How could she go to find that beggar?