Chi Xiu could see that Xue Wuyang was crying, but there was nothing he could do. The girl had a point—parting was a huge problem. When the time came, they really would be reluctant to let go, even though they had only spent a few days together.
He stepped closer, took Xue Wuyang's hand, and held it in his palm.
"Why are you crying? You have your family, and I have mine. Meeting each other now was just an accident."
Xue Wuyang was still crying, and after saying that, Chi Xiu felt his own eyes sting.
He stepped forward and hugged Xue Wuyang, stroking her soft, long hair.
"But don't worry. No matter what time and space we're in, your father will always love you. Nothing can change that."
"Papa..."
"Yeah."
Chi Xiu smiled and patted her shoulder a few times.
"There's still a little one waiting for me over there. I don't want that little one to grow up to be a crybaby either."
Xue Wuyang felt unbearably miserable as she listened.
Chi Xiu released her, glanced at Xu Ruolan, and said seriously, "You stay behind. Since the emperor doesn't seem to care much about you, I won't take you hostage."
Xu Ruolan: "..."
For a moment, she did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Chi Xiu grabbed Xu Ruocheng by the shoulder and took him off the small airship. The guy still looked utterly bewildered, as though he had even forgotten the pain from his severed finger.
Staring at Chi Xiu, he asked in surprise, "You... are Wuyang's father?"
"Is Wuyang a name you're allowed to call her?"
Chi Xiu glared at him.
Xu Ruocheng lowered his head. "Sorry. I didn't know Wuyang's father was from Douluo Continent. If I'd known, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to