"Qianqian, Qianqian." Yao Fangfang hugged Xu Xixi tightly and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Qianqian. Aunt shouldn't have left you alone at home. Aunt is sorry. Are you mad at Aunt?"
Why did she make such a mistake!?
"Aunt." Xu Xixi sniffled, her small nose twitching as she also felt like crying. "Don't cry, Aunt. If you cry, you'll become ugly. I forgive you."
Looking into Qianqian's innocent and pure eyes, Yao Fangfang's tears surged even more fiercely. At that moment, she swore she'd make it up to Qianqian, treating her a thousand times better.
"That's what Aunt Sangsang told me—crying makes you ugly," Xu Xixi said innocently, blinking her eyes.
What? Yao Fangfang's overwhelmed heart suddenly froze. She stopped her tears: "Do you like Aunt, or do you like Aunt Sangsang?"
"...I like both."
Yao Fangfang's eyes dropped despondently. "Which one do you like more?"
"It's Aunt," Xu Xixi tilted her little head, thought for a moment, and said firmly.
