"Dad, who left the red mark on your face?"
"Dad, Dad, why are your eyes swollen and black like Uncle Meizike's?"
Made in the Platinum Palace Garden, Kane sat quietly in the crystal courtyard, seemingly very leisurely sipping tea from his cup.
He responded to his daughter's question with a smile.
But looking at his face, it was clear that he was not in a normal condition.
One eye was completely bruised, slightly swollen.
There was half a palm print on his left cheek.
It seemed his right leg was a bit lame.
Virginie stood on Kane's right, resting her head on Kane's leg, tilting her head as she stared at Kane's chin and asked.
Mico sat on Kane's shoulder, holding onto Kane's forehead with both hands, poking her head out to stare at Kane's eyes and asked.
Upon hearing his two lovely daughters' questions,
Kane gently put down the teacup in his hand, speaking in a smooth tone with a touch of elegance.
