"Had you been trying for so long to get your bunny hair clip back?"
Qianqian couldn't quite sort out her feelings for a moment.
This child...
What was she supposed to say about her?
"Mm-hmm."
The little girl nodded again.
"My arms are too short."
"I'm always just a little short of reaching it."
"It's so frustrating."
Looking at the little girl with her cheeks puffed out in frustration, Qianqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You..."
"Why didn't you come back and ask Mom for help?"
"Mom's arms are longer than yours."
From the little girl's description, she hadn't realized that the tree hollow wasn't just deep—it was narrow, too.
"Mm..."
The little girl looked even more aggrieved.
"Big Brother said that, too."
"But at the time, all I could think about was getting my bunny hair clip back. I didn't think about..."
"You..."
Qianqian stroked the child's head.
She understood how the girl had felt at the time.
She must have gotten stubborn about it.
All she could think about was getting the clip back. How could she have thought about anything else?
"It's good that you got your bunny hair clip back."
Qianqian glanced at the bunny hair clip on the child's head.
A smile appeared in her eyes.
No one knew better than she did how much the child loved and treasured that bunny hair clip.
"Mm-hmm."
The little girl answered happily.
"Big Brother helped me get it back."
"Big Brother is amazing."
"Oh, right."
The little girl rolled up her sleeve, revealing her arm, which was wrapped in a tissue.
"Big Brother even made me a bow."
"Does it look nice?"
The little girl gave her arm a gentle shake.
The bow folded from the tissue swayed slightly.