After cooking as they made their way to the dining area, Little Tiger's eyes darted around, scanning the room as if he were searching for something—or someone. He tugged at her hand slightly, his gaze lingering on the door that led to Lu Jianjun's office. His expression was innocent yet filled with a quiet longing.
Li Na glanced down at him, her heart tightening at the sight of his furrowed brow. She could sense that something was bothering him. He had been trying to express so much lately, making strides in ways she hadn't expected, but today, there was a different kind of worry in his eyes.
They reached the dining room, and Li Na knelt down to be at his eye level. "Little Tiger, are you okay?" she asked softly, brushing his disheveled hair gently. The boy looked up at her, his glasses slightly crooked on his small nose, his big eyes reflecting a mixture of uncertainty and yearning. He fidgeted, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
