She raised her head and looked at him with admiring eyes, "It's really fixed!"
Tang Song patted her head and laughed, "Is there anything else that needs fixing?"
Qiuqiu was taken aback, her eyes dimmed, and she said softly, "The door at grandma's house is broken, and there's a pit in the yard..."
In the bright and cozy little bedroom.
The young version of Qiuqiu bowed her head, unwittingly started to talk to herself.
She first mentioned the problems at her grandma's house, then started talking about the few chicks she raised in the yard.
As she talked, she began to mention things about school.
Today marks the second month since she transferred to Rong City.
Suddenly moving from the countryside to this unfamiliar big city, she lost contact with all her friends and classmates.
The environment, things, and people here instilled a deep sense of fear in her.
Her only familiar person, her mother, was too busy with work to spend much time with her.
