Prince Qing's Mansion.
Li Xuan held his little cotton-padded jacket, a familial warmth thicker than blood. Even though he had watched this little girl from afar many times, holding her in his arms was still moving.
With this little girl, he had a new identity — a father.
Even though the little girl had many strange things about her, he didn't plan to delve into it, or even show a hint of doubt, to avoid scaring her.
Not to mention, he had been back for less than two days, so why was she so close to him?
Shouldn't she be afraid of strangers?
And a one-year-old girl who could talk and run, isn't that strange?
Red Flower Mountain was a place full of oddities, and he had long been accustomed to things, even more so with family secrets.
He always respected the secrets of his family.
In the past, he could endure Wei Yao hiding her Secret Martial Arts, so why would he now be bothered by his daughter's secret?
But even with secrets, does it mean the little girl isn't his daughter?
