Still, even though he felt embarrassed, after hesitating for a long while, the child still didn't let go of Xie Chuchu's clothes.
He looked away.
As if he didn't dare look at Xie Chuchu.
"Ready to talk?"
Xie Chuchu didn't move.
She let the child keep tugging at her clothes.
The child's lips moved a few times.
Xie Chuchu made a show of trying to pry his hand away.
"If you don't want to, then forget it."
"It's getting late."
"I'm going home."
"My friends are still waiting."
Xie Chuchu smiled at the child.
"Think it over by yourself."
"I—"
"What?"
Xie Chuchu paused, then asked.
She thought she'd heard the child say something.
Xue Jiamin tightened his grip on Xie Chuchu's clothes.
Xie Chuchu glanced at the wrinkled hem.
One of her eyebrows twitched slightly.
This outfit was pretty hard to iron smooth.
Xie Chuchu crouched down.
Even so, she still couldn't read the emotions in the child's lowered eyes.
His face was a little pale.
His lips were pressed tightly together.
He seemed to be making some momentous decision.
Xie Chuchu's expression grew more serious.
She really was getting more and more curious about what was troubling this child.
Kids did like to "make a mountain out of a molehill," but whatever had him making such a fuss... she felt...
It was probably something that really was bothering him.
"Xue Jiamin."
Xie Chuchu couldn't help smiling.
It felt like it had been a long time since she'd spoken so softly to this child.
It even felt a little awkward and strange.
Ahem.
She rubbed her neck.
"Tell me what's troubling you, okay?"
"Or you can tell your teacher or your parents."
As long as he was willing to talk, that was enough.