In the past, when Ye Fan first saw Little Tingting, she was just around four years old, yet she was very sensible and well-behaved, wearing clothes full of patches, her little face red like a big apple.
When the old man, his head full of white hair, was beaten and fell to the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, she cried sorrowfully, her big eyes brimming with tears, begging in her childish voice not to hit her grandfather.
Time flies, and more than four years have passed in the blink of an eye. Thinking about it now, I still feel a little bitter, Ye Fan mused.
"Tingting, did you come back by yourself?" the old man asked lovingly.
"Yes," Little Tingting replied crisply.
"Come in quickly and see who has come." The old man held her small hand and walked into the inner room.
"It's... Big Brother!" Little Tingting exclaimed, her big eyes wide open, full of astonishment.
