The little one jumped down and dove into Ji Rui's arms in an instant, just enough time for Le Tong to catch a glimpse of the little one's fair, cute mushroom head and chubby face, but not enough to see the detailed facial features.
The little one's chubby white hands encircled Ji Rui's waist, rubbing against him a few times, before standing firmly by his side. Nearly five years old, the child reached just above Ji Rui's belt, and Ji Rui's large hand naturally landed on the little one's head, gently tousling it.
Whatever the father and son were discussing, Le Tong couldn't hear. The dusk's glow enveloped them, wreathing the pair in a halo of light.
Ji Rui lowered his head, speaking to Baobao. His straight nose and thick black brows cast a deep, handsome shadow under the golden evening light.
The little one gazed slightly upwards, contours similar to Ji Rui's were gilded by the sunlight, at this moment, Le Tong felt as though she was looking at an angel.
So adorable!
