"You weren't raised for nothing."
Xiao Fan ruffled Zi Yan's hair again. "Mm-hmm, it still looks better all messy."
"Xiao Fan!"
"Did you really think I wouldn't get mad if you touched my head?" Zi Yan puffed out her cheeks and glared at Xiao Fan indignantly.
"Xiao Yan'er, it seemed I'd never combed your hair before. Let me tie it up for you now."
Xiao Fan's gentle expression made Zi Yan feel somewhat unaccustomed to it. It was as if they had returned to the days in that little mountain cave, where only Zi Yan and Xiao Fan cultivated and robbed magical beasts.
Xiao Fan, meanwhile, found that he had gained a new understanding of death and had begun to fear it. He did not understand whether he had been reborn into a new world or whether time itself had rewound.
But no matter what, he had ultimately let down those who loved him, and he had also betrayed the countless vows he had once made to himself.
How could hatred compare to regret...
Zi Yan curled up her two fair, chubby little legs, her soft little body leaning against Xiao Fan. She was so tiny that Xiao Fan could wrap his arms fully around her.
Sure enough, I still preferred facing her...
Xiao Yan'er quietly climbed onto Xiao Fan's lap and obediently waited for him to tie her hair.
Her smooth, pale little toes fidgeted restlessly, unable to hide her nervousness, excitement, and anticipation.
Zi Yan had always been a Little Dragon Maiden who could not hide her thoughts, especially in front of Xiao Fan.
"Xiao Fan, you're sitting on my hair!"
Zi Yan winced in pain. Xiao Fan hurriedly apologized. "It's my first time tying someone's hair."
"Hmph!" Hearing that it was Xiao Fan's first time, Zi Yan