The little girl seemed just to have had a dream, instantly falling back into deep sleep, but her tiny hands tightly clutched Ji Anning's clothes.
As if she were afraid that she would run away, feeling very insecure.
Ji Anning wondered how the past few days had been for her... and for her father. Qi Helian had said things were going well.
But she didn't know if that was true.
Charles doted on Fenfen quite a bit, providing her with many people at home to play with, so the little girl's temperament was a bit spoiled, accustomed to clinging to people. And he, being such an impatient man, how could he have the patience to stay with her?
Not wanting to wake Fenfen again, Ji Anning kept her side-lying position, staying close to Fenfen, listening to the sound of the pouring rain outside, her mind uncontrollably drifting to imagine the interactions between Ji Chicheng and Fenfen over these days.
"Miss Anning, your clothes are wet, change into something else," said Qi He.
