"I wouldn't..."
"Just speak what's on your mind."
Tutu said earnestly, "Because you are a sincere person, I trust whatever you say."
"Let's walk together."
"Mm..."
With her hands clasped behind her back, Tutu had completely shed her social anxiety in front of others. Instead, it was the uncle who appeared somewhat hesitant, constantly echoing Tutu's words.
As they walked, Tutu talked about the past.
As they continued, Tutu would occasionally lean toward the uncle, and their hands would slightly touch.
The uncle would initially jump away in fright, but gradually, he became less restrained.
Until Tutu actively pressed her hand against the uncle's.
Then, she hooked her little finger around his.
The uncle, initially stunned, took a few more steps under Tutu's curious gaze.
Tutu just kept hooking her finger around the uncle's.
"Speaking of which... I don't know if you've noticed."
