He reached out to rub his brow heavily, finding himself at a loss for words.
Feeling like tossing her out the door.
He was a neat freak, meticulous about every aspect of living.
His tolerance for this Little One had far surpassed the limits.
"Brother Jackson?" Mia Ginger realized she might have indeed gone too far, seeing him silent, she cautiously raised her head and asked, "Are you angry?"
"No." Koa Jackson kept a stern face.
"You look like you’re angry." Mia Ginger said with a bitter face, her eyes moved slightly, and she said appeasingly, "I was wrong, okay? I’ll clean my feet right now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she attempted to jump off the bed.
"Don’t move." Koa Jackson pressed a hand on her shoulder.
Seeing her nod, he turned and walked over to the table, pulling out a few wet wipes.
Sitting by the bed, he picked up one of Mia Ginger’s feet.
Mia Ginger couldn’t imagine he would lower himself , to help her clean her feet?
She felt a bit unsettled.
The foot in his palm uncomfortably tried to pull back.
"Don’t move." Koa Jackson nearly missed gripping it, glanced at her, and said crossly.
Yet his movements remained very gentle.
After cleaning one foot, he moved to the other.
Suddenly recalling that moment from long, long ago.
He followed his mom and grandpa, the three of them went to the Ginger Family to see Mia Ginger.
The little girl was just eight months old, tiny and lively, with soft clothes wrapping her round belly, kicking her legs, crawling back and forth on the big bed, chuckling merrily, her voice like silver bells.
His grandpa and mom liked her, kept talking about how charming it was for a girl to laugh.
Yet his gaze remained fixed on her feet.
When the room was left with only him watching over her.
He grabbed her foot with one hand, like it was an incredible toy, and began to squeeze and play with it.
Perhaps finding it ticklish, Little One began giggling at first, then felt pain, puckering her mouth as if to cry.
He was only eight, realizing he went too far, he clumsily tried to soothe her,
The little girl stared at him, he found it entertaining, earnestly wrote his name on her sole, irrespective of whether she could understand, grinned and educated her,
The grandpa said the Ginger Family’s little girl was his future wife.
Like mom married dad, marrying him and living happily in one home.
The Ginger Family’s Little One was his.
But she couldn’t even talk, couldn’t walk, and hardly called out for anyone.
He therefore sighed for a long while.
The sky reddened like blood in his eyes.
The subsequent images in his memory abruptly ceased to appear.
Koa Jackson suddenly released her foot, remained silent, stood up, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
He washed very slowly, staying inside for quite a while.
Mia Ginger stared towards the bathroom, confused about what suddenly might’ve happened to him, feeling he seemed upset again.
Upon reflection, she felt he had always been .
Mia Ginger covered her mouth with a yawn, turned over and lifted the quilt, rolled inside.
Within minutes, she grabbed the blanket and fell asleep.
When Koa Jackson came out, she was already in a deep sleep.
A small figure nestled among the soft blankets, only her head and two slender, fair arms exposed outside, slightly curled in a protective posture, resembling a small baby inside a womb.