The sound of Little Honey Pot's crying continued, but as soon as he was in Jie Kong's arms, he pitifully grabbed his clothes with his little hands, sobbing very aggrievedly.
"Oh dear..."
Who can handle this?
Jie Kong's heart was aching from the crying. He hugged the little creature, gently rocked him, and said, "Don't cry now, Honey Pot, be good."
Little Honey Pot held onto his clothes, and the crying really quieted down. The child looked at him with twitching sobs, those eyes were full of moist vapor, with features somewhat resembling Mo Shu's, so beautiful it was heartbreaking.
Then, the child tugged on his clothes and used his own sleeve to wipe his face, still twitching and wailing.
Only, the crying did lessen, and his little face didn't look so pitiful anymore.
Suddenly, Little Tangguan, who was gnawing on his finger, stared at his brother for a while, then pulled out his finger with a 'pop' and enthusiastically extended it towards Little Honey Pot who was wailing.
