But immediately, his other large hand supported her waist.
The warmth of his palm was still hot.
Even through her clothes, she felt burned.
"Swish—"
At the same moment, the man opened his eyes.
Sinai saw his familiar dark green color.
Profound, mysterious, forever elusive.
Even though she lived with Norton for nearly half a year, she had no understanding of his past.
Their current posture was quite ambiguous, with less than a centimeter between them.
But when she was a six-year-old child, she was even closer to him than this.
He would naturally lift her up and let her sit on his shoulders.
And when she protested, he’d simply hold her in his arms.
With one antidote down, she felt he returned to his former indifference.
Not that he was aloof, but so distant it was hard to reach.
He had a heavy veil around him, one that even the familiar Ying Zijin and Xize couldn’t remove.
Norton lazily looked up, his voice soft: "Kid, why do you walk unsteadily and throw yourself at people?"
The familiar tone made Sinai’s tense body relax slightly.
She glanced at his snow-covered legs and reached out to brush the snow off, bit by bit: "I haven’t even sat down yet."
She seemed to hear him laugh lightly, with a hint of laziness.
"True, but you’ve sat many times." Norton then released his hand, "One more time doesn’t matter."
Sinai didn’t have time to react; when the strength at her waist disappeared, she fell directly into his lap.
"..."
Her ears turned a slight red, as she tried to get up, but was encircled by his arms.
No close path nor way to retreat.
The snow was cold, but his body was burning.
Norton said quietly: "How careless, your fingers are all red from the cold."
As he spoke, he took out a jar of hand cream, pulled her hand over, and patiently applied it.
He had applied hand cream for her many times before.
But the child’s body was never so sensitive.
This time, it was as if his fingertips delivered a current.
Sinai’s body tensed again, and the redness on her ears spread.
After he finished applying the cream, he took out a prepared medical kit: "Take the medicine, there’s also permanent sunscreen inside."
This child who had accompanied him for a long time ultimately had her own life.
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