"Let's go."
He took his daughter's immature little hand and raised his head.
The slender white figure across the road, the beautiful and familiar face under the white velvet hat.
His heart fluttered.
Ciel's face turned pale, and he turned around and put his hand over the hat on his head and ran in the opposite direction.
She couldn't let him find her.
Absolutely not But he's already found out.
He squatted on the ground and grabbed his daughter Becca's shoulder, clasped the back of her head and kissed her on the forehead, his always calm voice seemed a little out of place at the moment, "Becca, Dad has something to leave, you stand here obediently and wait for me to come back, you know?"
"Ah," Becca pouted sullenly, "Daddy, where are you going, I don't want you to leave me alone." ” "Well, I'll be back soon."
"Okay, but Dad, you're going to buy me toys and Barbie dolls that I like."
"Okay."
He kissed his daughter on the forehead, put her hat on, got up and walked briskly across the road, in the direction she had fled.
He was dressed very simply today, adding a black sweater jacket and slim black trousers to his white shirt, which was obviously the most inconspicuous dress, but when he walked the road she walked, he attracted the side eyes and admiration of almost all passers-by.
But tonight, he didn't seem as high up and out of reach as he used to be.
His deep eyes were filled with unforgettable pain and longing.
Except on the day of the wedding, when he picked up the cold tiara she had left on the ground, he had never been so miserable, so sad.
As he walked briskly to the entrance of an alley, he found Sil hurrying towards the exit of the alley with his cloak in his hand.
His heart clung like a tear.
He hurried up and grabbed Ciel's wrist and pulled her into his arms.
His hand was on her back, using almost all his strength at the moment.
His chin rested on her hat, and his voice was hoarse, "Are you finally willing to come back?"
"This gentleman" The unfamiliar woman's voice came from his arms, and his upright body stiffened slightly, and he randomly let go of his hand.
The strange woman took a few steps back, looked at him and said embarrassedly, "You have recognized the wrong person, this gentleman, I don't know you." ” He looked at the woman in front of him who was somewhat similar to Sil's figure, but completely different from another person, and his eyes couldn't hide his loss.
He was silent for a while, and said expressionlessly, "Maybe the street lights are too dim and I can't see clearly." ” The woman knew that he was not an ordinary person, so naturally she would not humbly say sorry to herself.
And she felt that it was really not a disadvantage to be hugged by such a man in her lifetime, so she blushed and said, "It's okay sir, just pay attention next time." ” "Hmm."
He smiled faintly, turned and walked in the opposite direction.
When he left, his back was stretched by the street lamp, and he looked very lost.
No, it's that he's already very lost.
He looked for her for four years.
Every day, he was happiest except to see his daughter Becca grow up day by day, learning skills that she couldn't before, such as eating by herself, reading many new words that she couldn't before, or more.
In addition to that, it was the receipt of a telegram about her news.
Even every time, he turned on the telegram.
It was written, Miss Syllister, with no whereabouts.
Even if there is no whereabouts, those four words make him feel painful.
But he still waited like a fool in the pain again and again, waiting for the next pain to come.
Waiting for the next sentence, Miss Sylliste came with no whereabouts. oshow7 t1706231537: