The crisp voice, filled with deep reluctance, sounded like a wounded little beast, uneasy and fragile.
Since they had been together for so long, this was the first time Tong Yan heard him speak.
For the first time, just five words, yet they moved Tong Yan intensely.
"Sister, don't leave Xiao Zhi," Xiao Zhi said again, lifting his little head to look directly at her, his big eyes full of her reflection.
Tong Yan felt a bit troubled.
She's going to another place to shoot a film, how could she take him along?
This wasn't something to be taken lightly.
Time was slipping away little by little.
Xiao Zhi's bright eyes gradually dimmed, like a candle flame going out, becoming empty and cold. The waves that had just risen returned to calm. He climbed down from her lap, stood in front of her, and slightly bent his waist, "Thank you, sister, for taking care of me during this time."
He didn't want his sister to leave, but he didn't want to trouble her either; he wanted her to be happy.
