"Alright!" Morgan Zhekova grabbed onto Adrian Zhekova's pants and started walking forward.
Adrian Zhekova: "..."
He reached out his hand: "Hold hands."
Morgan thought for a bit, and still placed his small hand into Adrian Zhekova's palm.
Big hand holding a little hand, walking together.
Peggy Lewis didn't follow them.
Setting a fire in the backyard was too scary, she decided to keep her distance.
For now, let Cindy Clarke fend for herself.
As he walked, Adrian Zhekova couldn't help but ponder in his heart.
Originally, Cindy had secretly run to Belfard, and naturally, she wouldn't have contact with anyone from her previous life in Nork City.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be only one friend like Peggy Lewis after five long years.
Today, Cindy just showed up, and she coincidentally ran into an old classmate.
Could it be any more ironic?
"Is that old classmate the same age as Cindy?" Adrian Zhekova asked.
"I don't know," Morgan replied, not really paying attention.
