Sophie Foster fell ill again.
Upon waking up, she clung to Nicholas Croft, refusing to leave, pouting her mouth and presenting her wrist for him to blow on it with grievance...
Nicholas Croft understood that she was imagining herself as the baby trapped behind the glass door.
He held her fingertips, patiently blowing on them, spending the whole day coaxing her in the room.
Of course, due to Sophie's illness, Nicholas Croft finally got to move into the master bedroom. At night, Sophie snuggled in his arms, constantly calling him "Daddy" and playfully asked him to tell her stories.
Nicholas Croft held his phone with one hand and read fairy tales to her.
Sophie rested her head on his arm, her little face pressed against his chest, warm and soft like jade in his arms. Nicholas Croft couldn't help but be distracted, his large hand unconsciously caressing her cheek restlessly.
