My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

The scene on the screen switched from the thrilling pirate ship to the dreamlike splendor of the carousel, and the people who had been clutching their hearts finally put their hands down.

The comments section exploded again, and this time some people recognized the carousel, their tone shifting from fear to appreciation.

[Commoner Zhao Daniu: Hey, isn't this that horse from that amusement park before... what was it called again, something? It looks so familiar...]

[Commoner Liu Mu: A carousel! It's a carousel! This one is much bigger than the one in the last amusement park, and it has several levels!]

[Commoner Sun Yuan: These horses are sculpted so exquisitely, much more so than the last one! You can even see each individual hair on the mane. How much effort must have taken to create this!?]

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The carousel was currently stopped, waiting for the passengers to fill up, and a melodious waltz was playing from the speakers.

The lower level was already mostly occupied, with several children excitedly patting the horses' necks while riding on horseback. Some parents sat with their children, while others stood outside the fence holding up their phones.

Duoduo chose a pink unicorn.

The unicorn was quite flamboyant, its entire body a pearly pink that shimmered with iridescent light in the sunlight.

The horn on its forehead is golden, spiraling upwards from the center, its tip flashing with a dazzling golden light.

The eyes are sky blue, inlaid with crystal beads, and have a cat's-eye-like vertical luster under the light.

When viewed from different angles, those two bright, sparkling eyes seem to follow you around.

The unicorn's mane and tail are pale purple, with the mane carved with clear textures, hanging down from its back all the way to the edge of the saddle.

Duoduo initially tried to climb up by herself. She put one foot on the stirrup and tried to kick the other foot in the air several times but couldn't find a good landing spot.

In the end, Aunt Li gently supported her bottom before she could sit down.

She coughed lightly, and as if to cover something up, busily stroked the unicorn's golden horn with both hands.

He nodded seriously, "Yes, you're the one!"

Little Douzi walked around the carousel, tilting his head back to carefully examine each horse, and finally stopped in front of a white wooden horse.

The horse was pure white with blue patterns painted on its body. Starting from its neck, the patterns spiraled downwards in circles, each curve elegant and symmetrical.

The horse's mane is carved in a flowing manner, with each hair flying up from the neck and spine, its ends curling slightly upwards.

His ears were held upright, with the tips slightly turned inward, as if he were listening intently to something.

A red tassel, made of cotton thread, adorned the reins and hung down on both sides of the horse's neck.

Xiao Douzi handed the rabbit balloon in her hand to Lin Ye behind her, then raised her hand and patted the horse's neck.

The wood surface that my palm touched was smooth and delicate, and after being exposed to the sun for so long, it had become warm to the touch.

Lin Ye tied the balloon to his wrist, then held her under the armpits and lifted her up in his arms.

He didn't get on the horse, and neither did Aunt Li.

The carousel is not very dangerous, so let the children have fun on their own.

Lin Ye stood outside the fence, took out his camera, and was ready to take pictures at any time.

After each horse is occupied, the carousel slowly starts moving, and the melodious and gentle tune is replaced by a more lively and rhythmic melody.

Lin Ye's gaze passed over the spinning carousel, over the undulating horse heads and tails, over the glittering tassels and crystal chandeliers, and accurately followed Xiao Douzi's figure.

And every time the rocking horse turns back to this side, Xiao Douzi waves at him.

On the first lap, although Xiao Douzi had ridden a carousel before, the carousel in that park was much smaller than this one, and this one was big and high, so she was still a little scared.

She gripped the reins tightly with one hand, her five fingers completely enclosing the white reins adorned with red tassels in her palm.

With her other hand, she carefully waved to Lin Ye, a somewhat restrained smile on her face.

Lin Ye also waved to her, raising one hand to wave while continuing to take pictures with the other hand holding the camera.

On the second lap, the white horse came out again.

This time, Xiao Douzi seemed to have gotten used to the rhythm of the carousel, and her body was no longer as stiff as it was on the first round.

She released both hands from the reins, cheering and mimicking flight, the reins adorned with red tassels dangling over the white horse's neck.

As she approached Lin Ye, she raised both hands and arms, bent them above her head, and made a big heart shape with her hands towards Lin Ye.

Lin Ye looked at the big heart held up by two hands on his forehead and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Laughter rolled out from deep in his throat, low and short, probably only he could hear it.

A smile spread from the corners of his upturned lips to his eyes, softening the light in his pupils.

His hands were constantly moving, and he almost pressed the shutter button so many times that it left a blurry afterimage.

Another parent standing next to Lin Ye noticed the interaction between Xiao Douzi and Lin.

He was a middle-aged man, wearing a dark green cotton-padded jacket and a baseball cap with the amusement park's dinosaur logo on his head.

He was also holding a phone in his hand, with a faded cartoon sticker on the phone case, probably a character from some cartoon.

He glanced at the photos of his own child on his phone, then at the little boy in Lin Ye's lens, and finally couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke:

"Is that your daughter? She's so cute."

He paused, glanced at the little girl who was about to turn back, but was already smiling broadly at them, and added enviously:

"You can tell she's closer to her dad. Every time your daughter comes around here, her eyes look for you, and when she finds you, she smiles happily. My daughter just plays by herself."

Lin Ye's gaze did not leave the little bag.

His gaze remained fixed on the small dot on the white wooden horse.

The little boy is emerging from the other side of the rocking horse, his smiling head popping out first, followed by his shoulders, and finally his waving hands.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye simply nodded slightly, a very light gesture, yet carrying great weight.

"Yes," he said, "it's my daughter."

There was no embellishment, nor any explanation.

It is "my daughter", not "my goddaughter", not "my brother's orphan", and not "the child I adopted".

His voice carried a certainty he himself was unaware of, a conviction he had long held in his heart, a conviction that no one could refute.

After saying this, Lin Ye paused slightly—suddenly realizing that he hadn't thought about it at all when he said those three words, nor had he considered it in his mind.

It's as natural as breathing or a heartbeat.

When did it start to change?

Was it from the first time she threw herself into his arms? The first time she looked up at him and smiled?

Was it from the first time she called him "godfather"? Or perhaps it was from the first time she said she "loved" him...?

He couldn't tell the difference anymore...

Every "first time" is like a drop of warm water falling onto rice paper, silently and gradually blurring the words that were originally written on the paper: "responsibility."

Love.