She took a deep breath and put on a brave expression. As soon as she closed her eyes and let go of her hand, it was as if a small ball had fallen into his arms.

Emperor Lin was also a martial artist, and since the plum tree was not too high, he was certain he could catch this little girl’s fall.

Petals of plum blossoms also rained down as she fell. This little dumpling wrapped in a red cloak fell into his arms, as gorgeous red plum blossoms fell all over her. She appeared like a little forest spirit running through a plum blossom forest.

She opened her watery eyes, looked around, then smiled sweetly at him, “You caught me!”

A dimple formed on her face as she smiled. She was a beautiful and well-behaved child. Emperor Lin suddenly felt a sense of regret for neglecting his own daughter for so many years.

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The little dumpling moved about in his arms, as she said thanks in a milky voice, “Thank you, Uncle.”

Emperor Lin was now around thirty-seven years old — a charming uncle who is in the prime of his life. Looking at his sons and daughters, he knew that he was quite good-looking. Furthermore, he was proud of his excellence in both literature and martial arts.

He raised his eyebrows and put down the small dumpling. She was only a little bigger than an infant. Her head’s height did not even reach his knees. Her red cloak hugged her body, which accentuated her snow-white skin and star-like eyes.

As soon as she raised her head, the hood slid off the back of her head, revealing two small buns on the top of her head. Two red ribbons were wrapped around each bun, and they hung over her ears obediently. She appeared like a pink jade that was exquisitely carved, as if she was a living fairy who jumped out from paintings.

He was reminded of Xiao Lan’s beauty. This little ball had definitely inherited all of her mother’s charm.

Emperor Lin squatted down in front of her, touched her little buns, and asked with a smile, “Your name is Little Lu?”

The little dumpling nodded, “Yes.”

Emperor Lin asked again, “It’s so late and it’s started to snow again. What are you doing here?”

The little dumpling replied subconsciously, “I’m waiting…” She pressed her lips abruptly, holding back the words that followed.

Emperor Lin laughed, “Waiting for what?”

The little dumpling shook her head with her small mouth tightly closed. Her big eyes flickered as she refused to speak.

Emperor Lin thought for a while, then pointed to the four snow dolls next to him, “You did this?”

At this, she spoke, her voice was soft and cute, “Yes, these are called snowmen!”

Emperor Lin looked carefully, and found that the eyes of the little snowmen were fruit pits, their noses were carrots, and their necks were wrapped with a red scarf. Overall they looked a little ugly, but it was oddly cute as well. It looked like something this little dumpling would make.

He pointed to the biggest snowman and asked, “Who is this?”

The little dumpling said, “That’s my Father.” She did not wait for him to continue to ask as she ran over with her short legs, and pointed to him one by one, “This is my Mother, this is my Brother. This is me.”

After she finished speaking, she said very proudly, “A family of four — a full house!”

Emperor Lin thought of Xiao Lan and that foolish son. He felt uneasy, but the little dumpling in front of him was really cute, and his heart wavered.