Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

"Hmph, when we have kids in the future, you can't be like that guy, walking so fast and not even caring about the baby who's practically flying off. He clearly doesn't know how to care for anyone!"

A young woman with her hair in a bun and dressed simply by the roadside gently tugged at her husband's sleeve and whispered something.

His gaze swept over Muzan and Yukina, who were walking towards him, with a hint of disapproval.

The dissatisfaction and veiled criticism in his tone were quite obvious.

Her husband, a seemingly honest young man, quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, you're right to reprimand me. I'll definitely be more careful in the future and won't do it again."

Muzan paused for a moment, and then the lines on his handsome but indifferent face tightened noticeably.

He slowly turned his head, his crimson eyes locking onto the talkative young couple, the chill in his gaze almost freezing everything around him.

These two ignorant ants actually dared to criticize him; if they weren't in a crowd...

He forcibly suppressed the urge to act immediately.

That look alone was enough to startle the husband, who had inadvertently met his gaze, and he hurriedly tugged at his wife, who was still muttering, signaling her to stop talking.

Yukina also heard what the woman said. She was stunned for a moment, and then her face immediately turned red.

She released her grip on Muzan's hand, even taking a small step forward, and shouted at the couple at the loudest volume she could muster:

"No! It's because my legs are too short! My father... my father is a good man!"

After shouting, she belatedly blinked and shrank her neck a little guiltily.

Ah, I think I misspoke.

Father is a good devil.

But it seems like ghosts can't be told, so... let's just pretend they're good people.

Anyway, the meaning is roughly the same.

The woman who had already walked a few steps away turned around at the sound and saw Xue Nai looking up with her face flushed, trying her best to defend her father.

A smile instantly bloomed on her face, a mixture of apology and affection: "Oh my, what a sensible and beautiful little girl!"

After saying that, perhaps out of kindness, or perhaps to make up for her slip of the tongue, she nodded slightly in Muzan's direction, her eyes conveying "Your child is so cute."

Muzan: "...?"

He felt his temples throbbing again.

After all, to be looked at by a human woman with that "your child is such a source of pride for you" look.

This experience was unprecedented and utterly absurd.

He looked down at the child beside him, pondering for a moment.

Having short legs does seem to be an objective problem.

Moving her through the crowd at this speed was not only inefficient, but also unnecessarily attracted unwanted attention and gossip.

With a mindset of resolving the problem, Muzan bent down, scooped up Yukina who was still catching her breath, and lifted her up, letting her sit sideways in the crook of his arm.

The field of vision suddenly rose.

Yukina gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around Muzan's neck.

The surrounding crowds, the lanterns high above, the shop signs in the distance...

Everything became clear and new.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment she forgot about the little incident that had just happened.

She first smiled shyly at the young woman who was still looking in their direction.

The woman waved to her before finally turning and leaving.

Only then did the real feeling of being lifted up, accompanied by immense joy, overwhelm Yukina.

Waaah...

Her father picked her up.

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't an imagination, it was real, I was being held by my father, sitting on his arms.

The scene she had secretly fantasized about but never dared to hope for had actually come true.

Her face flushed with excitement, and her heart pounded like a happy little bird.

Overwhelmed with joy, she mustered her courage, gently buried her flushed face in the crook of Wuzan's neck, and whispered in his ear in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, Dad!"

She used to always address her father respectfully, with an instinctive sense of awe and a touch of distance.

At this moment, this more intimate and dependent name naturally slipped out, carrying with it a heart full of affection and happiness.

Muzan didn't say anything, but let out a soft hum from his nose, while his arm lifted the soft little bundle in his arms and adjusted it to a more stable position.

Ok,

It's so noisy.

He thought to himself with disdain, but his gaze swept indifferently ahead as he continued walking.

On the bustling street, a handsome young man with slightly curly black hair, dressed in a dark kimono, stood with a cold and aloof expression.

He held a child who looked like a snowball in his arms. The child also had slightly curly black hair and a pair of clear red eyes. At this moment, the child was hugging the young man's neck, and his little face was filled with undisguised joy and dependence.

The two's striking good looks and rare matching red eyes drew curious glances from passersby.

"Daddy, Daddy, what's that shiny thing that's spinning around?"

Xue Nai's attention was quickly drawn to something new again, pointing to a grass target not far away that was covered with colorful windmills and spinning in the night breeze.

"windmill."

Muzan didn't even lift his eyelids, and his words were concise and to the point.

"Oh……"

Xue Nai nodded, thinking the name was very fitting.

After walking a few steps, she smelled a sweet, caramelized aroma again. "Daddy, that smells so good! It's yellow and looks like little sticks!"

Muzan glanced in the direction she pointed and saw a sugar painting stall. Golden syrup was used to outline the shapes of butterflies and birds on a stone slab.

"sugar."

He was very sparing with his words.

"sugar?"

Yukina blinked, trying to recall her faint memories of sugar from her limited human past.

"Is it... the sweet one?"

"Um."

"Can I eat it?"

"No," Muzan coldly denied, looking at the extinguished light in the child's eyes, and added, "You're not human, you can't taste anything."

"Okay~"

"Then..." Her questions followed one after another, pointing to the next stall where wisps of white steam were rising.

"What about that? There are so many people queuing up, it looks so cozy."

"have no idea."

Muzan simply uttered three words this time, his tone revealing obvious impatience.

He actually knew it was oden, but explaining it was troublesome.

And why does he act like a guide?

"Oh……"

Yukina was a little disappointed, but her curiosity was quickly ignited by something else.

She was startled to see someone wearing something with a hideous face painted on their face, and quickly tugged at Muzan's hand, "Dad! On that person's face!"

"have no idea"

Muzan's voice was already a bit chilling.

"It looks so scary!"

"If it's scary, don't watch it."

"Oh." She obediently looked away, but a few seconds later, she pointed to a stall by the roadside where they were playing a game of tossing prizes with bamboo rings. "Daddy, Daddy, what are they playing?"

“…………”

Muzan silently quickened his pace, trying to silence her with his actions.

After receiving a series of brief, almost perfunctory "I don't know" replies and silence, Yukina tilted her head back, looking at Muzan's chin with a puzzled expression in her eyes.

Doesn't Dad spend every day in the outside world, playing all sorts of different roles and doing many, many things?

Why do you seem to know nothing?