"Play? What is there to play?!" the girl's mother said impatiently. "Your sister is sick and all you can think about is playing. Can't you have a heart?!"
Listening to her mother's words, the girl lowered her head even further.
"Can't you just be a little more sensible for once?"
Standing at the crosswalk, the girl's mother was still muttering. Every word she said made the girl's expression grow more pained.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall.
The five of them watched this scene, and Shi Feng muttered, "That mom really doesn't care about her older daughter's feelings at all."
Mo Xuan looked at the little girl, reminded of his past self. He glanced at the Mecha model in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then stood up, walked over, and said, "This is for you."
"Don't cry." Mo Xuan said with a stern face. "From now on, if you want something, you have to fight for it yourself. Don't pin your hopes on others."
