Lin Jiaojiao reached out and grasped the delicate little hands of the child named Fifty-three, feeling as if she was holding a soft snowflake.
Feeling the chill in her palm, she couldn't help but pull the child into her arms.
As their eyes met, the child's large, clear eyes sparkled, and even her slightly drooping eyelashes couldn't detract from the bright beauty of her gaze.
With a gentle nudge of their noses, she coaxed softly, "Why don't you play in the snow with me? After we've had enough, I'll take you to eat something delicious."
Having said that, she remembered something and continued, "I brought back a lot of pastries from outside."
She wanted Fifty-three to forget her distress for a while. She knew that Mr. Wei and the others didn't want such a young girl to learn about such brutal things, which was why they had made up a lie.
Perhaps with time, Fifty-three would be able to accept and let go of the unpleasantness, or perhaps, she would have a good cry.
