Moving the Grave

Amelia blinked and blushed. "Because…because Mia likes Auntie." Because she had lied, her eyes couldn't help but flicker slightly, and her cheeks heated up. This made Miss Moh mistakenly think that she was shy, and her smile widened. She wanted to pinch Amelia's little face, but she felt that it wasn't polite, so she changed it to pinch her hair. "Thank you. Auntie likes you very much too."

Miss Moh returned the notebook to Amelia. Amelia looked at it and could only recognize the word "Moh."

Amelia also wrote and drew on her notebook before tearing it off. "Auntie, my name is Mia. This is my number."

Miss Moh took it and looked at it. She almost burst out laughing. There was a crooked drawing of a bird and a turtle, and several ones and several zeros. It was obvious that they were drawn blindly, but she put it away solemnly. "Thank you, Mia."