The words of the three little children upstairs made Beau's lips curl up involuntarily.
"Liliana knows me better than anyone else."
He walked upstairs to Liliana, gently lifted her up and said, "No wonder people say that daughters are the apple of parents' eye."
Liliana pursed her lips as she was carried in Beau's arm. She gently pulled on her daddy's collar with her fingers. "But some people also say that a daughter is her father's lover in his past life."
Beau slightly hooked his lips. "You are not my lover in my past life."
Liliana pursed his lips. "How do you know that it's not?"
"Because the lover and wife of my previous life must also be your mommy."
"In your last life, you should be my daughter too."
Beau's words made Liliana pause.
A moment later, she smiled and approached Beau and kissed him on the face, "I think so too!"
"Tsk tsk tsk."