When Xia Yueqing asked Qibao, the little one held a small bowl and genuinely pondered for a moment.
She recalled once playing outside and getting caught in the rain on the way back, leaving her soaked and miserable.
So after a while, although Qibao's little face showed reluctance, she still told Xia Yueqing, "Mommy, then we won't keep it."
"Otherwise, Xiaohua will get wet in the rain, get sick, and be very pitiful."
As Qibao spoke, she remembered that time when she was caught in the rain. It was not only cold, but she also fell ill afterwards.
Then, she saw her mommy crying continuously.
Getting sick didn't scare Qibao, but seeing her mommy cry frightened her a lot.
Even at such a young age, she comforted Xia Yueqing not to cry, promising she wouldn't get caught in the rain again.
This was probably a few months ago. It was winter then, and Qibao was shivering all over from the cold, scaring Xia Yueqing so badly she felt dumbfounded.
