Nuonuo nodded awkwardly, "Mm."
Da Bao was so happy that he lost a bit of composure, but when he looked at the intricate lines on the embroidery, he suddenly remembered something. He quickly grabbed the little girl's hand, and his face went dark.
He saw that each of the little girl's ten white and tender fingertips was covered with little red marks. Needless to say, it must have happened while she was doing the embroidery.
"Ji Sihan, don't tell me your hands got like this from needle pricking?!" Ji Dabao practically shouted, as if each prick was stabbing his own heart.
At that moment, Ji Dabao felt a mix of emotions!
On the one hand, he was happy that the little girl had worked so hard to make him such a precious birthday gift!
On the other hand, his heart ached for her having suffered so much for this gift!
