Liu Xinghe approached gently, and asked softly, "Mingming, what are you looking for?"
The child continued to search around like a headless fly, without responding.
Liu Xinghe's heart slowly sank.
Avoidance couldn't solve the problem, so he spoke again, "Mingming, what are you looking for? Uncle will help you!"
Mingming finally turned around and looked at him, as if he was looking at a stranger.
Liu Xinghe's gentle smile was beginning to falter.
The wait for the child's response felt like a guillotine hanging over his neck, ready to drop at any moment, splitting him in two.
He didn't know what the child's reaction would be.
He didn't know if he could still accept him.
"Dagger, where is the dagger I gave to father?" Mingming finally spoke, perhaps due to his previous severe fever, his voice was altered.
The voice sounded raspy, somewhat strange.
Liu Xinghe thought to himself: Is he looking for the dagger to stab me?
