"The bad guy was exposed and taken to the police station, does that make Lulu happy?"
He Qing gently stroked Lulu's soft hair and asked softly.
Lulu looked up at the big sister she trusted, suddenly blinked, and said with a smile, "I'm happy."
"Lulu is a good child."
Looking at him, He Qing felt a tenderness in her heart, "Do you hate him?"
Lulu shook his head, "At first, I really, really disliked him. But later, I just felt it didn't matter anymore!"
His chubby face, still carrying baby fat, showed an indifference unbecoming of his age, and his complexion was still the usual pale white. The way he spoke so nonchalantly surprised He Qing quite a bit.
Suddenly, however, Lulu grasped her fingers.
His young, soft palm was ice-cold, with a faint stiffness to it: "I know my big sister has done a lot for me, thank you, sister. But now, I don't hate him anymore."
As he spoke, he suddenly heaved a sigh like a little adult, "I hope when he comes out, he won't do bad things anymore."
