A tear drop, clear and crystalline, slid from the corner of her eye and slowly splashed onto Little Crybaby's hand, where the warm tear spread out.
Ning Xia sniffed hard, trying to fight back the urge to cry.
Little Crybaby liked to see her smile, so she had to smile, hoping that when he opened his eyes, he would see her smiling face.
But the sour feeling at the tip of her nose overwhelmed her, and even though she blinked repeatedly, tears still fell drop by drop.
She quickly tilted her head back and reached up to wipe away her tears.
Right then, the sleeping Little Crybaby's soft fingers suddenly twitched.
At first, Ning Xia didn't notice, but then his little hand slowly clenched her sleeve, and she stared wide-eyed, her lips parting, trembling slightly.
"Little Crybaby... can you hear me talking?"
She froze, not daring to move or even blink, afraid it was an illusion.
"If, if you can hear me, then open your eyes and look at your Superwoman sister, okay?"
