"Father…"
Lydia called out as she stepped forward. She appeared in front of him and held his sleeve, appearing shy.
'Ah… I can't expose myself at this point. Act like cute little Lydia who loves her father…!'
She pouted, her lips curling downward, "We waited for you so long, but you didn't come back. Since you don't like me, I also don't like- ah!"
"Haha!"
Davis swung his arm and picked Lydia up, causing her to yelp out in alarm, but she held his shoulders, her expression churning with both delight and anger. Her lips quivered as she clenched her teeth, knowing she truly loved her father.
Eight years.
That was the time period she had bonded with him before he had left, and she had awakened. This means it was also the first time she was seeing him, but the memories and affection of the childhood years were still there, carved into little Lydia's memories, her memories.
'Suppress… suppress yourself Lydia…'
