Ma Siyuan looked at his tightly held hand by Shuangshuang, feeling a bit shy. Shuangshuang's sudden closeness left this boy, who wasn't good at communicating, both surprised and delighted.
The small hand involuntarily tightened its grip on Shuangshuang's hand.
Su Xiaomeng asked the principal,
"Where are this child's parents?"
"Oh, they said they're on their way, they'll be here soon."
"Shuangshuang, Ma Siyuan's parents are coming to pick him up soon. If we take him home, his parents will be worried."
"Hmm..."
Shuangshuang tilted her head, pondering, seemingly digesting the meaning behind Su Xiaomeng's words.
But soon, she said,
"He shared something with me once, I want to take him home to have the dishes grandma cooked..."
"Oh?"
Su Xiaomeng looked at the little boy who hadn't said a word, squatted down and smiled gently while asking,
"Ma Siyuan, did you share food with Shuangshuang?"
Ma Siyuan's face reddened again, lowering his head, feeling a bit shy.
