"——but she's the villain who can only be locked up inside..."
He was tall and upright, stern, and of good character.
In contrast, I'm nothing but a shameless prisoner at the foot of the stairs.
Lu Xiao was at a loss for words when he heard her say that.
He took out a handkerchief from his coat, carefully folded it, and passed it through the iron bars to her, his voice deep and heavy, "Stop thinking nonsense, no more crying. Wipe your face. You're a grown-up but crying like a kid, what kind of look is that."
After saying that, Wen Xian scrambled up from the ground.
She grabbed the iron bars with both hands, her eyes full of tears, sobbing righteously, "You wipe it for me."
With her eyes closed and her little face tilted upward, she waited through the iron bars facing him.
Lu Xiao: "..."
On her little face was the very image of 'a pear blossom bathed in rain,' with tears and snot threatening to spill out.
Lu Xiao almost wondered if he had raised a daughter.
