Little Lihua stared at him in wonder. "Godly handsome pwince can talk?"
Wei blinked in confusion.
When could I not talk?
"You did not talk when I was talking to you, so I thought you were mute!" Lihua sobbed, "I thought God is bad. You are a pwince, but you cannot talk. That's bad! But you can talk! So, God is good."
"..."
Wei didn't know why but he felt an urge to squeeze her cheeks. She looked too cute, puffing up in anger. Her two cheeks looked like two cute balloons.
Lihua said, "You said you wanted to swing again? Let's swing again!" She raised her hands high up in the air in joy.
Wei took another ride and felt the joy once again. Now that he tasted how it felt on a swing, he wondered about her rides in the park. Lihua generously extended her help and gave him a full tour of the park. From swing to slide to seesaw, their fun never seemed to end.
He was quite disappointed when it was time to leave. It was a sense of loss he had never felt before.
