But he didn't cry; it was only after finishing the salute and leaving the stage that the tears in his eyes started to fall.
"Dabai!"
Hearing the familiar call, Song Dabai lifted his little face.
Song Yinyin witnessed everything that happened at the competition through the screen and rushed backstage at the first moment to cheer up her son.
Seeing her son's drooping little face, she couldn't help but open her arms in a gesture of embrace.
Noticing his mommy's figure, Song Dabai pouted his little mouth and suddenly dashed over.
"Mommy—"
He hugged his mommy's leg tightly, wiped a handful of tears from his face, and asked, "Mommy, why did I get points deducted? Didn't I play well?"
"No, Dabai, your performance today was excellent."
What Song Yinyin said was not meant to comfort; it was the plain truth.
Her son's performance today was indeed excellent, flawless.
"Then why did that judge lady deduct my points? Is it because she doesn't like Dabai?"
