"He's called Xia Wenbing. Xiao Xue met him two years ago, and seeing Xiao Xue so pitiful, he took the initiative to care for her. Xiao Xue calls him brother, and thanks to him, Xiao Xue didn't starve to death on the streets..."
The woman voluntarily started explaining to Dou Dou.
Although Dou Dou was just a little child, perhaps because she had not talked to anyone in a long while, she spoke quite a bit.
Dou Dou listened very seriously, occasionally adding an "oh" or "ah," providing rich emotional significance.
At the end of the conversation, the woman looked at Dou Dou with a touch of pity and said: "Little child, what is your name, and how old are you this year?"
"I'm Dou Dou, three and a half years old." Dou Dou stretched out four fingers.
Seeing this, the woman could not help but laugh.
"You're so young, yet so cute, how did you pass away? Your parents must be heartbroken," the woman said, slowly becoming sentimental.
