Afterward, she stayed, found a little stool, brought it over, and sat beside her fourth uncle, propping her chin on her little hands as she watched him carve the wooden doll.
Fu Wenli briefly explained what he was making.
"This is the puppet doll's hand. Is there a doll face you like?"
Qin Yan shook her head.
Fu Wenli nodded in understanding. Since she had no favorite, he would make the puppet doll look like himself.
He would let this puppet doll take his place, always staying by her side.
This was a small selfish wish of Fu Wenli's.
He did not know how much longer he could hold on. If he was gone, he hoped the little one would think of him whenever she saw the puppet doll.
Fu Wenli looked gentle and quiet when he worked intently, every movement carrying the composure and refined dignity of a noble young gentleman from ancient times, yet loneliness seemed to permeate his entire being.
Qin Yan could not help moving a little closer. Then she propped up her little face and listened very attentively, occasionally giving her uncle a soft, sweet smile.
But carving took time. It was not something that could be finished overnight.
After watching for a while, Qin Yan ran off to pick the ripe strawberries.
"Fourth Uncle, eat."
"You're so thin. You need to eat more."
The beautiful baby kept her little face serious as she earnestly reasoned with him.
"Being chubby is healthy and pretty."
Although Fourth Uncle was pretty now too, he did not look very well.
And there were so, so many dark, bad things on Fourth Uncle.
Fu Wenli tilted his head slightly to look at the little one who had drawn close.
Warm sunlight fell over her, making her skin look even