Heather held George's tear, knowing it turned into a small water stain.
She looked at him somewhat flustered: "Big brother... why, why are you crying?"
George put the drawing book aside, stood up, and embraced Heather in his arms.
A strange warmth spread across their hearts.
George hugged tightly, which made Heather a little embarrassed.
He even lowered his head, kissed her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and asked, "Heather, why are you so good?"
Heather laughed, drawing circles on his chest with her small hand: "Now that you know how good I am, don't ever have a change of heart. I can bet, not just now but in the future, no one will be as good to you as I am. I'll be the best for you. So don't change your heart. If you do, it will be your biggest loss, and you'll be a big fool!"
"Alright." George said contentedly as he hugged her: "I won't change my heart."
Originally, it was Heather who clung to George, always holding his arm wherever they went.
