Xue Xiaohua chattered along the way, his face full of joy. His big eyes seemed to contain all the beauty in the world.
How could such a little person have such an unfortunate life?
Bai Wenjing's eyes were almost wet with tears.
When Xue Xiaohua saw her mother's Red eyes, he couldn't help but raise his head and ask, ""Mother, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine. The sand got into my eyes,"
Xue Xiaohua stared at her mother and reached out to feel the wind.
"Mother, then we'll go back after taking one more round. That detestable sand keeps bullying my mother. If he really wants to drill into other people's eyes, then he might as well drill into my eyes."
After Xue Xiaohua finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to open his eyes, hoping that the sand would enter his eyes and not bully his mother.
Xiao Yichen stood not far away, staring at the little one quietly. The little one's eyes curved into crescents when he smiled. It was a taste of happiness.
