After staring for a while, Amon withdrew his lonely gaze and looked at Grace, who had gotten off George and hugged his thigh.

A long string of snot was hanging under the little girl’s nose. As she breathed, the snot became longer and longer and flowed more and more.

Amon frowned and was about to wipe it off with a tissue when she pulled up his pants and wiped her nose.

Seeing that, Amon frowned deeper and wanted to shake her off.

But Grace sat down on his shoe, hugged his thigh tightly ...