The feeling was strange yet familiar, like some instinct buried deep in his heart, quietly reawakening at this moment.
Lan Jin stared at her docile appearance and was suddenly reminded of his good brother, Chi Li—the man spent all day with a school of flat fish he kept as pets, which he affectionately called his "personal little entourage."
The fish were silvery-white all over, as flat as paper. When they swam, they always formed a single file line, following at Chi Li's heels, wagging their heads and tails just like a troop of loyal guards.
Every time he saw them, he couldn't help but laugh and tease that they were the "Flat-bodied Imperial Guard."
And now, the sight of Chu Jing sitting here so quietly, not making a fuss, so well-behaved it tugged at his heartstrings, sparked a similar thought.
'Maybe raising a girl is something like that?'
The moment the thought surfaced, even he was taken aback.
