Facing the Noble Consort Dugu who looked exactly like Lady Dugu, Dugu Wu once had an urge to loudly question her whether she was Lady Dugu, and why she had abandoned him in the beginning.
Yet reason in his heart told him that he must not lose his composure in front of everyone, for Emperor Yongye's suspicions of him had not yet been lifted, and his leg had not yet healed; he absolutely could not be immoderate under the public's gaze.
But still, his steps involuntarily moved forward, and his lips twitched slightly.
It was then that he heard the pitter-patter of footsteps beside him. A plump little body clung onto Dugu Wu, Feng Xiaoli was holding a Buddhist Alms Bowl in one hand and grasping Dugu Wu's arm with her tiny hand, muttering,
"Daddy, hug."
This call of "Daddy" snapped Dugu Wu back to his senses. He looked down to see his daughter's rosy little cheeks.
Feng Xiaoli's little face was all scrunched up, full of concern.
