Good Child

Qiao Nian had always known that Xiao Shi was a sensitive child. Seeing that Xiao Shi was hesitating to speak, she silently wiped the tears off her face before letting go.

Xiao Shi sat where she was. Her face was red from crying, and her eyes were swollen.

Qiao Nian took out a tissue and carefully wiped the tears off Xiao Shi's face. Then, she said softly, "Xiao Shi, if you have anything to say, tell Mommy."

Xiao Shi looked up. There were still tears on her long eyelashes, and her wet eyes were fixed on Qiao Nian.

She pursed her lips, looking unwilling to speak.

"If you have any thoughts, Mommy will try her best to help you." Qiao Nian smiled gently and tucked her hair behind her ear. "You're Mommy's good child. A good child has to express her thoughts bravely, understand?"

Xiao Shi was slightly stunned.