What... was going on?
But Xiao Xiao saw that the boy seemed to be thinking about something, so he didn't interrupt him.
He didn't quite understand...
Why did so many people like to knock on their heads when they couldn't remember something?
Did they think their heads were televisions?
That knocking on them would improve the reception?
Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes.
He gently combed the fur on Little White Fox's head, stroke by stroke.
"Ah!"
The boy let out a soft cry.
He remembered!
"...How could I have forgotten..."
the boy murmured.
He seemed unable to believe it.
"Did you remember something?"
Xiao Xiao looked up at the boy.
His tone was calm.
He sounded as if he were only asking casually.
The boy could answer or not.
"...Mm."
The boy pressed his lips together.
Then he replied.
His expression was more complicated than any Xiao Xiao had seen on him before.
"I remember now..."
The boy spoke very slowly, as though he were still sorting through a memory he had forgotten for a long time, one that had finally returned to him today.
"I..."
The boy suddenly smiled at Xiao Xiao.
"Big Brother."
"Actually, I wasn't all that..."
The boy stopped.
He furrowed his brow and thought hard for a while.
Then, uncertainly, he offered a word. "Pitiful?"
"You're not pitiful."
Xiao Xiao looked at the boy.
A gentle smile showed in his eyes and brows.
"You have your grandparents."
The boy wasn't alone.
As long as someone was there for him, he wasn't pitiful.
The boy blinked.
A smile slowly appeared on his face.
"Mm."
He didn't want to dwell on it.
His grandparents treated him very well.
He had felt that for himself.
After those two people had abandoned