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🎁🎁🎁MARK🎁🎁🎁

I sat behind Anya and stared at her with a new eyes.

For the first time, I stared at my daughter. Not a girl I come to care about. Not the girl that has a crush on my buddy,Xax. Not the little beggar that seek comfort and solace at my gate five years ago.

For the first time, I stared at my own daughter. The child Vixenda and I made together.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Uncle Mark...?" She whispered softly.

I raised a hand and patted her head gently. I blinked hard to chase away the hazy vision of her. I feel a little unwell because I gave her enough blood to get better. Nothing that enough food supplement won't cure, of course.

"You grew up so well, my baby. So so well, I'm proud of you." My voice was horse, I cleared my throat.

She look