Chenchen looked around, feeling there was still some emptiness, and he ran back to his own bookshelf, going back and forth several times, taking not only toys but also quite a few books. After a long period of fussing, Qiqi's table was finally filled as well, with two tables complementing each other, looking particularly harmonious.
After exhausting himself, Chenchen seemed a bit tired and quieted down.
In the room, the two little ones fell silent.
But after a while, Chenchen couldn't help but speak again, "Brother, are you mute?"
Qiqi looked up at him, while Chenchen was full of curiosity and puzzlement.
How strange... brother seems to have not said a single word...
"Why don't you speak?" Chenchen asked again.
Qiqi withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and remained silent.
"Brother, will you always stay here?"
"Will you ever leave me someday?"
Qiqi continued to be silent as if he really were mute.
