"Oh my, alright, alright, don't cry. If you cry, you won't look pretty anymore," she hurriedly coaxed, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Hearing that she wouldn't look pretty if he cried, the little boy quickly stopped, wiped away his tears, looked at her pitifully, and asked curiously, "Beautiful aunty do you have children? Are your children also as beautiful as you?"
Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled, and her eyes softened as she thought of her two little treasures. "Yes, they are a little older than you, a pair of twins who look exactly alike and are both very handsome."
"Wow! They look exactly the same? What are they like?" she exclaimed curiously. "Xin'er has never seen two people who look exactly the same!"
Feng Jiu smiled, ruffled her hair, and said, "Alright, hurry back home! Don't make your family worry."
"Beautiful auntie, will you take me home? I'll have my Grandfather invite you to dinner." She looked up at her, her little face full of hope.
