"What did you say?" Daniel asked.
Persephone seriously repeated, "You're not as handsome as the prince!"
"You little rascal!" Daniel raised his hand as if to spank her, but it was all in jest.
Persephone couldn't avoid it, and she was lifted up and tickled, laughing uncontrollably.
Sadly, the ice cream cone met its end, falling entirely onto Daniel's coat.
Persephone froze, her empty hand and Daniel's coat catching her eye. Her face turned beet red. After a few moments of silence, she began to cry.
"Sephy, please don't cry!" Daniel had never comforted a child, let alone a preschooler with such a loud voice.
The passersby gave him strange looks, wondering if he was mistreating the little girl.
"Oh, Sephy!" He quickly tried to console her. "Don't cry!"
Persephone pushed his hand away.
"Stop crying!" Daniel raised his voice sternly. "That's enough!"
"Wah—"
"Why cry over something so small? If you want more ice cream, I'll get you another one!"
"You big meanie!" Persephone pounded her fists on him. "You… You tickled me! It's your fault!"
"Brat!"
"You don't have to get me another one. I won't eat it!" The little Hamerton princess had quite a temper. "Even if you buy another one, it won't be the same as before! I don't want it! I don't like it! I-I want the one from before!"
Daniel was taken aback. The one from before?
Even a child understood the idea of something being irreplaceable, something he used to know nothing about.
Daniel fell silent and sat down. His imposing figure appeared somewhat lonely. He couldn't stop thinking about Maisie from moments ago.
Lowering his head, he noticed the ice cream had melted on his coat.
After a while, Persephone finally stopped crying. She was confused. She wondered if her loud crying had scared him. She wiped her tears and hesitated for a moment.
Eventually, she leaned against his side and held his hand. "Granduncle, are you okay?"
Daniel's eyes remained cast down without a word.
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