"Who said that? I'm all grown up now and definitely don't start crying at the drop of a hat."
Xiaye gently embraced the child who was like an angel, trying to smile heartily, "Ah, didn't the teacher say you can't steal kisses from girls? I'm going to tickle you silly!"
"Haha, that tickles… Yanyan, stop it!"
Little Yunduo laughed and wriggled, successfully distracted by Xiaye, and pouted, asking, "Why haven't you been coming over to our place recently? Uncle Yan Jiu hasn't been picking me up either. Don't you miss me at all?"
As he spoke, he thought he'd hidden his feelings of grievance well, but even though he was clever beyond his years, he was still just a five-year-old child. In front of Xiaye, who he liked and was close to, the subdued sadness was unmistakably evident, making it all the more heart-wrenching.
