"Hey, Nine is really good." Emma Benson looked at the child with joy, stood up, walked over, and clapped her hands at the little girl, saying, "Nine, can I have a hug, okay?"
"Okay." Nine leaned forward, and Emma Benson took her in, holding her tightly in her arms.
"Nine is taller and heavier now; you've been eating well recently, haven't you?" Emma Benson kissed the little girl's face, stroked her two pigtails on her head, and couldn't stop smiling.
Nine blinked her big, watery eyes and said in a childlike voice, "Godmother is also pretty, very pretty."
The little girl tugged at the collar of Emma Benson's light blue dress. Children never lie, and today Emma Benson was indeed beautiful.
