Mia Ginger's cheek was pressed against his chest, choking up twice, unable to speak.
Koa Jackson's shirt quickly became wet in that area.
He sighed, raised his hand, and gently rubbed Mia Ginger's shoulder, softly saying: "You should've been more careful walking. That was so dangerous earlier. Were you scared? Hmm? Don't cry, be good."
Mia Ginger gripped his sleeve with one hand, looking up at him from his embrace.
Her expression was steady as she gazed at him.
Koa Jackson was taken aback, looking at her steadily in return.
That gaze was one he was so familiar with; passionate and persistent, overflowing with emotion, striking him in an instant.
Koa Jackson lightly pressed his lips together, testingly said: "Little One?"
Mia Ginger bit her lip.
"You...remembered?" Koa Jackson hesitantly asked.
