Nian Shutong simply expressed her thoughts without deliberately trying to evoke sentiment or do much else.
Yet in Fu Yunhe's eyes, she shone brightly, standing there as if she were haloed.
It seemed there was some truth to the idea that love made people foolish.
After Nian Shutong finished speaking, she extended a hand.
"Dou Dou, time to go home."
"Okay!"
Dou Dou immediately got up and dusted the dirt off her little hands, one arm cradling Little Pink Pig, the other hand holding Nian Shutong's.
"Dou Dou, Little Pink Pig can walk on its own."
"Oh—but Dou Dou is worried Little Pink will get tired!"
"Auntie, look how small it is, Dou Dou can't bear to see it get tired."
Nian Shutong watched Little Pink Pig with a face full of enjoyment, contentedly closing its eyes, as if wanting to take a nap.
Small?
She wondered, what kind of expression would Dou Dou have the day she saw the true form of Little Pink Pig?
A tiny figure and a larger one, hand in hand, walked ahead.
