Her head hung lower and lower, and the constant fluttering of her long eyelashes seemed as though she was going to cry.
She used a hand and wiped her tears sneakily. Once again, she held her mother's hand as she looked up at her.
"What's wrong? Are you tired of walking?" Xia Ruoxin stopped walking and touched her daughter's face. She saw her eyes were still red. Rainy had cried again just now.
"Mommy, carry." She stretched both her hands out, and she never took the initiative to ask Xia Ruoxin to carry her. This time, she must be really terrified.
Xia Ruoxin bent down and scooped Rainy into her arms. The little girl promptly buried her face into her mother's chest. She didn't want to meet anyone. She didn't want to see anyone.
