“Wow, the fish over there looks really fresh!” Cecillia hustled over to the front of a booth like a mudfish.

Japheth glanced at the girl, then he freed up one of his hands and picked her hand up.

“…” Cecillia blanked out and subconsciously looked at the hand that had been grasped. Her palm felt extremely warm.

“Nicki is really worried that you’ll get lost.” Japheth looked as if he had had no other choice than to hold her hand.

Cecillia looked at Nicki and realised that the little girl's face was filled with anxiety.

“Hey ma’am, do you still want this fish?” At this time, the fishmonger auntie asked...