"That Daddy is sick. He's going to go get a flu shot and eat his medication." Xia Ruoxin squatted down. She reached out her hand and placed it on her daughter's hair. What cute curls—these were given to her by that man.
"Does Rainy like it?" This?" Her hands remained on Rainy's head, fiddling with her small curls.
"I like it. Rainy really likes it." Rainy touched her own hair as well and then firmly nodded her head. After that, she shook Xia Ruoxin's hand. "Mommy, let's go home." She rubbed her eyes. It seemed like she was a little tired.
"Alright, Mommy's bringing you home." Xia Ruoxin stood up and carried her daughter. Rainy leaned against Xia Ruoxin's shoulder and bit on her thumb.
"Mommy, that daddy, will he be afraid if he's left alone when he's sick? Rainy will."
