His tone was very sorrowful, staring into her eyes, chaotic and terrified. He was scared, very scared.
Jian Liangtong felt a sudden ache in her heart, opened her lips, gently exhaled, and reached out to hold the two tightly clenched little fists of Huo Tinghao. Her thumb gently stroked the tense skin on the back of his hand as she looked at him seriously and said, "Little guy, maybe we've met before, but please forgive Auntie..."
"You're not Auntie, you're my..." Huo Tinghao said up to this point, angrily turned his small face to one side, his little eyebrows tightly furrowed, and didn't continue.
Jian Liangtong helplessly watched his angry profile. After a moment's pause, she continued, "Auntie has forgotten a lot of things. If I've accidentally forgotten that we've met before, please believe me, I really didn't do it on purpose, didn't purposely forget you."
