Xibao nodded, "Grandpa said the same thing—'The moon waxes and wanes; People experience joy and sorrow, separation, and reunion.' But I still feel so sad. Grandpa Xia and Grandpa Chen were so good to me, they even gave me all the delicious food people sent them, and told me many stories."
As he said this, he furrowed his brows.
Feng Qingxue gently stroked the top of his head with one hand, "Your grandpas haven't gone far. Trains and planes are so convenient. When you grow up, you can go visit them. I'm sure they will welcome you warmly."
Xibao, what a joy-bringer he is to everyone!
In the letters exchanged between the elderly at home and her, besides advice on her studies, the remaining content was all about Xibao. The affection for him was evident in every word and most of the paintings by several elders also featured Xibao.
Even though he's no longer Little Xibao, Big Xibao is just as endearing.
