Although Little Milk Bun's previous statement was too metaphysical and shocking,
there were already various opinions on the internet: doubts, believers, and those who thought it was just a coincidence.
But to protect Little Bun, any attempt to confirm the identity couldn't get out or be released.
Spring had arrived at last.
The weather had completely warmed up, to the point where one could go out with just a thin layer and a light jacket.
Little Bun had gone to kindergarten for a few days recently.
And then Ms. Zhang Zhi took her shopping for several days.
All kinds of beautiful little clothes piled up in the closet, and even Little Bun, who was particularly fond of her calm mother, couldn't keep up with the frequency of changing and trying on clothes, telling her mother in all seriousness that they had bought too much, and then, because she looked too cute while speaking, her mother gave her a good round of kisses.
Little Milk Bun succumbed.