"Brother Xiu?" Jiaojiao's little face was buried in the blanket. After a long pause without hearing a response from Xiu Xi, she suspiciously lifted her head, only to see his face looking unpleasant. The way he looked at her carried an indescribable sense, like the pitiful feeling of being abandoned by the whole world in an instant.
Jiaojiao's heart suddenly twitched in pain.
She couldn't care about being shy; she climbed out of bed, grabbed his hand, and looked up at him: "Brother Xiu, what's wrong with you?"
"You don't need me anymore, and we'll never be best friends again." Xiu Xi said, his tone not a question, but a statement, filled with sadness.
This gave Jiaojiao a feeling like she was a worthless cat abandoning a little companion.
She hurriedly explained: "Brother Xiu, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that. It's just... that... it's a very private matter, mom and grandma will help Jiaojiao with it, Brother Xiu, you don't need to..."
