Dahu woke up halfway through his sleep. He avoided Qin Canglan's wound and climbed out of bed.
He put on his shoes, took out the big date hidden in his pocket, and tiptoed next door.
The door to the next room was ajar.
He poked a small head in. "Uncle? Are you there?"
The only response was Xiaohu's even snoring.
He held the door frame and crossed the threshold on his short legs, carefully protecting his jujube.
"Uncle."
He called out again.
In the middle of the bed was his sleeping brother.
Apart from that, the room was empty.
Dahu grabbed the big date, his small figure confused and lonely.
Why did Uncle always make it difficult for Dahu to find him?
He could not bear to eat the big dates he had especially left for his uncle.
"Dahu."
Su Xiaoxiao walked in.
Dahu turned around; his innocent gaze made one's heart ache.
Su Xiaoxiao picked him up. "What's wrong?"
