Lu Jianjun patiently consoled Little Tiger, gently rubbing his back in soothing circles. "She's fine. Nothing happened to her," he said softly, his voice calm and reassuring.
Little Tiger remained silent, his big brown eyes staring into the distance, unmoved by his father's words.
"Little Tiger, you don't have to worry. She's all right. Did you hear me?" Lu Jianjun repeated, hoping to ease his son's troubled mind.
After a moment, Little Tiger gave a reluctant nod, his face still pressed against Lu Jianjun's shoulder. Though he acknowledged his father's assurances, they didn't seem to lift the weight of his gloomy mood. He stayed quiet, his tiny body unmoving in his father's arms.
Lu Jianjun was familiar with his son's particular habits and frequent mood swings. Right now, Little Tiger clung to him like a little koala bear, his small hands wrapped tightly around Lu Jianjun's neck, his chin resting on his broad shoulder. Those big, soulful eyes were lost, gazing at nothing.
