Never had he felt so insignificant, as Xie Qikan's heart once again sank deeply into a sea of hesitation.
"Mmm..."
The little girl, Yuan Xiaoxiao, still half-asleep, felt slightly suffocated in her breath. She instinctively shook her head gently and then turned over, falling back into her deep slumber.
"..."
The usually composed man found himself caught in an awkward and slightly flustered moment. He stopped what he was doing, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and a shadow of frustration flickered in his deep, jet-black eyes. His movements fell into a frozen stillness.
Time ticked by, second by second, as Xie Qikan finally forced himself to turn and stride away with large, determined steps.
Returning to the study, he took his seat where he had been sitting earlier. The lights remained off. Only the darkness of the night seemed able to let the man clearly feel the sweetness of that fleeting moment just now, still lingering on the corner of his lips.
