The woman carefully wiped the little girl Wu Zhao's tears away. Anyone who did not know better might even have thought she was the girl's relative.
Xia Ji watched everything happen in silence.
She was a mature woman.
Gentle.
So gentle that she resembled the ideal image of a mother in one's imagination.
"If you have no family left, would you like to come with me?" the woman asked.
The little girl nodded instinctively. For some reason, the woman before her always gave her a comfortable feeling—one she did not know how to describe, something beyond her understanding. Only much, much later would she understand that this feeling was called a sense of belonging.
The little girl simply instinctively felt that holding this woman's hand was just like holding her own mother's hand...
In the end, the little girl slowly nodded.
The woman seemed satisfied. Only then did she look toward Xia Ji and say softly, "I'm going to take her with me. Is that all right?"
"Neither she nor I are subordinate to the other." Xia Ji shook her head. "You don't need to ask me what you intend to do. I'm merely a named Mechanical Puppet doll."
The woman smiled faintly. "It's rare to see such an exquisite puppet as you."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Don't worry." The woman lowered her head and looked at the little girl Wu Zhao. "I'll take good care of her."
"Go ahead," Xia Ji said indifferently. In fact, she herself had been considering how to deal with the little girl before her master left Lingguang Tower.
Perhaps she should have handed Wu Zhao over to an employee of Taihu Hall. But since the woman before her intended to take the girl in, that solved a problem for Xia Ji.
As for