The car drove further and further away from sight until it completely disappeared into the night.
Little Demon King didn't take his eyes away for a long, long time. His small lips were pouting sadly, with tears hanging in his eyes, stubbornly holding them back from falling.
When he finally couldn't hold back, he lifted his little hand and wiped the tears away fiercely.
"I am a little man, I can't cry! I'm very strong!" Little Demon King comforted himself, but the next second he couldn't hold it in anymore and started crying out loud.
When Bei Yiyi finished seeing Mo Qiansu off and went upstairs to Little Demon King's room, she pushed open the bedroom door and saw Little Demon King sitting on the carpet, leaning on the bed edge, with his small shoulders trembling as he cried.
Her heart was instantly filled with a long, aching tenderness.
Although Little Demon King wasn't her son, to her, he was no different than her own child.
