Bo Lele hugged his knees and slowly curled up his body. He didn't cry anymore, but he looked even more heartbreaking than when he did.
"Super Sister, Lele understands. Daddy is very busy, Mommy is busy, and you are busy too. I can be alright by myself."
It seemed that he had heard similar words whispered in his ear before, so much so that he was used to it, didn't throw a tantrum to ask to stay, but sensibly let go.
Ning Xia felt like an executioner, slicing through Little Crybaby's heart.
A five-year-old child should be pampered and loved in the palms of his parents, should live carefree, playing and having fun every day, should cry when upset.
Yet he was so well-behaved, it seemed normal that he would be left behind.
Only when one is in despair, one wouldn't even dare to hope.
She remembered herself from the past, knowing there were no arms to rely on, she wouldn't cry no matter how other kids bullied her, isolated her, laughed at her.
