George Quach fell silent, no longer begging Hannah to spare his poor head.
The sound of rain softly fell, sliding off the eaves of the house, and finally splashed into a small puddle on the ground, causing tiny ripples.
"Sister, can I hug you?" Matthew Quach heart tightened.
After all, he's still a child. Despite his strenuous efforts to suppress his emotions, his eyes were uncontrollably glazed with a layer of teary sheen. He lifted his head stubbornly, sniffed a little.
No tears fell.
But his eyes were red.
Hannah spread her arms towards him, and he rushed straight into them.
"Crying?"
"No way."
Hannah stopped teasing him, which oddly enough made Matthew uncomfortable.
"Will we still see each other in the future?"
Hannah said, "Of course, you can see me on TV every day."
Matthew lifted his head, a little angry, "Hannah Winter, can't you comfort me?"
Such an unfeeling adult!
She still teased him even when he was so upset!
