Rong Si's eyes flickered. He didn't tell his mother that he had spent the entire afternoon playing with Little Jiu and instead asked, "Mom, does making a wish during the first snow in winter really make it come true?"
Song Wanqiu was stunned. Who told him that?
However, she felt that it was good to let the child have a little bit of imagination and hope. So, she smiled and said, "Maybe! There are so many magical things in this world. Did you make a wish? What wish did you make? Can you tell me?"
When she said that, she clearly saw that her son's ears seemed to have turned red. He guiltily looked away. "No."
Song Wanqiu did not need to think to know that his wish was most likely related to Little Jiu. She saw through it but did not expose him. She just smiled gently. "Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask anymore. However, I hope that your wish will come true."
