C40 The News of Yuan Yuan's Death

When I got home, he gave me a cold napkin to rub my feet, then looked up at me and smiled guiltily.

"Yes." So comfortable, it seems.

"I'm going to make a kite. When the weather is good, we can go kite flying."

"Really." My eyes lit up. "Aren't you fooling me?"

He stood up and pinched my nose, then said with a doting tone that he didn't know about, "How dare I lie to you. Little ancestor