"I know..."
The woman pressed her lips together.
"But such a little child..."
How much meaning could a Little Bear Doll hold for a child?
The woman didn't understand.
A child so innocent and carefree... crying one moment, then smiling the next over a piece of candy...
She just felt...
That the child was still far too young to understand anything profound.
Her child was at that age now...
Wasn't this the age for eating, playing, and laughing without a care?
She thought that was wonderful.
A child didn't need to understand too much too soon.
They just needed to grow up happily, in moderation, at the right age.
The child's stubbornness over the Little Bear Doll, so unlike the way the child usually acted...
It was making her feel as though she hardly knew her own child.
Hm?
The woman turned her head abruptly.
The child had already rushed to the door.
The child went up on tiptoe, trying to open it.
It seemed she hadn't imagined it.
Someone really was knocking.
The woman shook her head slightly.
This child...
Had the child ever been so eager to welcome her home before?
As she walked, the woman raised her voice slightly.
"Bao Bao."
"Mommy will get the door."
The man also got up and followed them.
He was actually a little curious about what the young man planned to do.
Yes.
The other party was right.
When it came to finding people—cough, finding a bear too—the more people, the better.
But this wasn't a matter of how many people they had.
It was a matter of where to look.
Without knowing that, even a crowd of people wouldn't know where to start.
So the young man's explanation yesterday might well have been