The mother and child descended the stairs together.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, but it was still a bit cold. Charlotte Smith saw George Stephens shiver slightly as he came out of the warm café, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you come out wearing this?"
George replied, "I like it."
She reached out her hand and held his somewhat cold little hand. George raised his head and looked at her with his dark eyes.
Charlotte said, "When you're out on your own, remember to keep warm. These clothes are all too small, how about I go with you to buy some that fit?"
"..." George looked at her, gazed for a while, then withdrew his hand from her palm. He said, "Okay."
But his tone was indifferent.
Charlotte lowered her head, looked at her empty palm, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly led George to a nearby children's clothing store.
George's clothes were all made by the Stephen family's tailor, typically there was no need to buy more.
