Grandma Gao couldn't bear to look at her grandson's incredulous expression. Turning away, she wiped the tears that had escaped and forced a calm tone. "Oh, you'll find out whether it's true or not in due time."
After saying this, Grandma Gao exited the room. She feared that her emotions would affect Gao Ming's mood. Over the years, Gao Ming had been alone without his parents, and deep down, he longed for their attention and the warmth of their gaze. Now, it seemed like that yearning might finally come to fruition.
Once the door was closed, Gao Ming opened the toys his father had brought. The first item he pulled out was a toy machine gun.
He crouched under his bed, immersing himself in a solo game of trench warfare, mimicking the soldiers he'd seen in movies as he crawled along, gripping the toy gun with a serious yet triumphant expression. By the end of the game, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
