The little boy was panting.
He clutched the front of his shirt.
He looked hesitant.
When he noticed footsteps approaching from behind, his heart skipped a beat.
He hurriedly moved aside for the person behind him.
It was an old man who looked rather fierce.
He lowered his head.
He didn't dare look at the old man as he walked past.
He wanted to leave.
But he couldn't bring himself to.
After faintly hearing a door open and close, he started walking.
He arrived at the front door of the home he knew better than any other, where he had lived for over ten years.
He didn't go closer.
He just stood on the steps and looked.
Huh?
He heard footsteps coming up again.
He started to panic.
He grabbed the backpack behind him.
He pretended to be looking for something.
The footsteps drew closer.
He surreptitiously sized up the other person from the corner of his eye.
He couldn't see their face.
But from their clothes, he could tell they were a woman.
The woman walked right past him without stopping.
He heard a key slide into the lock.
He slowly raised his eyes.
The next second—
He froze.
The door she was opening... was the door to his home.
But...
Who was this auntie?
The woman quickly went inside and shut the door.
The little boy stood there, stunned.
The little boy returned home looking dejected.
At the dining table, he agonized over it for a long time.
In the end, he still didn't ask the question on his mind.
That evening, Grandpa had already gone to bed.
Grandma noticed the light was still on in his room, so she came to check on him.
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