Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

Muzan's gaze lingered on her outstretched palm for a moment.

The tooth was small, with a small, dried, dark red bloodstain on the tip.

His gaze lingered on the bloodstain for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly, but he quickly straightened his expression.

"come over."

Yukina paused, her small body stiffening as if she had misheard.

Why go back to the past when you've already moved on?

She slowly and hesitantly turned back a little, stealing glances at him.

Muzan seemed impatient with her dawdling. His gaze swept over her outstretched hand, and he added, "Weren't you going to show me? How can I see you standing so far away?"

What exactly does "Dad" mean?

One moment he'd be fiercely telling her he didn't want her, and the next his tone seemed less icy.

And is his eye really that bad?

How can you not see it when it's so close?

Do ghosts also have poor eyesight because they get too old?

Yukina pursed her lips, feeling a slight inner conflict.

Never mind, she's kind and lovely, she wouldn't bully the old ghost with poor eyesight.

This thought slightly eased her sullen mood.

She eventually turned around obediently and shuffled over step by step.

She stopped when she was about an arm's length away from Muzan, raised her hand high again, and brought the small tooth close to him, almost to his lowered gaze.

This time, Muzan did not look away.

He lowered his thick eyelashes, his gaze falling on the teeth in her palm, as if he were really looking at them carefully.

"How did it fall?"

He suddenly asked, his voice flat, as if it were just a casual question.

Yukina mumbled something, sounding somewhat reluctant, but still answered honestly, "I bumped into a pillar."

It was all Uncle Doma's fault for suddenly appearing out from the side and scaring her, which caused her to panic and bump her head into the pillar next to her.

wrong!

Thinking about it carefully, it was because her father lied to her that Uncle Doma "couldn't live" that she was so scared, that she got lost, and that she bumped into things!

The grievances and anger that had just subsided were suddenly brought back up because of this association.

She was ready to forgive her father for saying he "didn't want her."

Thinking of this, her little mouth unconsciously pursed up again.

Upon hearing her answer, Muzan raised an eyebrow, and almost instinctively, a mocking tone slipped out:

"I've never seen anyone dumber than you."

"oh!"

They were already holding their breath, and this just ignited their anger.

Xue Nai puffed out her cheeks and decided that from this moment on, she would not talk to her father for the entire day!

Not a single word was said!

Seeing her like this, Muzan felt that inexplicable irritation rising up again.

"You are not allowed to answer a single word," he said unreasonably.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

Xue Nai immediately raised her voice and said "Oh" several times in one breath.

His small face looked somewhat comical because he was holding his breath and had a gap in his tooth that allowed air to escape.

Kids get angry too!

but…

If her father comforts her now, saying something like, "You're still cute even if you lose a tooth," she'll forgive him a little.

Muzan should have been even more displeased seeing her puffed-up and stubborn expression.

But for some reason, a slight ripple stirred in his heart, and he even found it a little funny.

This slight ripple prevented him from immediately lashing out, but instead led him to do something that made Yukina even angrier.

"oh."

He replied with a faint "Oh," then turned around and reached for the book on the table.

He looked like he was about to end the conversation and go back to reading.

"Dad, you're not allowed to say 'oh'!"

When Xue Nai saw that he not only didn't coax her, but also turned away and ignored her, she immediately became anxious, and her voice unconsciously rose, sounding childish.

"Oh." Muzan didn't even turn his head.

I'm angry! Dad went too far!

Xue Nai's small chest heaved violently, making her decide to retract her earlier promise to "ignore her father".

She had to argue with him first before ignoring him.

"Dad lied to me! Doma Susu didn't even wash, and you even said he wouldn't survive!"

Muzan finally turned his head, glanced at her, and nodded: "I know he's not dead."

Schnee: ...?

Her little mind went blank for a moment from this overly confident admission.

Knowing she wasn't dead, why did you lie to her?

"Then why did you lie to me!"

She regained her voice, and felt even more aggrieved.

"Adults aren't allowed to lie! You're not a good adult!"

Muzan remained unfazed, slightly raising his chin. "I'm a demon, I don't need to be a good adult."

This logic is clearly beyond Xue Nai's current understanding.

She was clearly stunned; her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were wide open.

Dad really is a ghost...

But, but...

The little brain was working at a rapid pace, but couldn't find a rebuttal.

In desperation, she could only grasp the surface meaning of the words and hurriedly blurted out, "Even ghosts should be good, great ghosts!"

"Who told you that?"

Muzan said mockingly, "All demons are bad demons; there are no good demons."

"I'm a good ghost!"

Xue Nai ignored his previous rhetorical question, but seized on the loophole in his last sentence, puffed out her small chest, and said loudly.

"Then your teeth won't grow in."

"Why?" Yukina's eyes widened in shock.

"Because good ghosts don't grow teeth."

Muzan felt that his logic was flawless.

After all, so-called good ghosts generally do not eat people or drink blood, and ghosts that lack sufficient energy replenishment will naturally have their regenerative abilities limited or even stagnant.

It's perfectly normal for teeth to not grow in.

As for the plan of eating wild animals, with her small size, she'd probably just get eaten by them.

"Really?"

Yukina looked down at the teeth in her palm, her voice trembling involuntarily, filled with disbelief.

Muzan neither turned his head nor answered her.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Yukina stood there blankly, a fierce internal struggle raging within her.

Uncle Doma said that new teeth might grow, but Dad said that good ghosts don't grow teeth.

but……

I don't think I told Uncle Doma that I'm a good demon... and Dad probably wouldn't joke about something like this.

A profound sense of choice churned within her small chest.

She looked at the tooth that had come out of her mouth, thinking about how she would always be missing a piece, making it difficult to speak and eat...

Finally, she lowered her head, stared at her toes, and added as if talking to herself:

"If...if that's the case..."

She sniffed, her voice even lower:

"Then...in order for my tooth to grow, I...I have no choice but to be a bad kid like Dad."