"This way, whenever you see that painting, you'll remember."
The woman thought the old lady's idea was a good one.
"Mm."
The old lady was delighted that her idea had been approved and praised.
"Then let's go home."
The woman took the old lady's arm.
"Let's go home and paint."
She could also take the opportunity to see what Fei, as the old lady described her, actually looked like...
The woman was getting a little excited, too.
She'd thought she would have to spend her whole life hearing about what Fei looked like from other people.
She hadn't expected...
That was right.
The woman regretted how slow she'd been to realize it.
There was the painting, too.
"Oh, painting!"
The two children cheered.
They'd understood that their mother and grandmother were going home to paint, and they liked painting, too.
They liked painting with their mother and grandmother.
The children's cheerfulness infected the woman.
Her eyes crinkled as she smiled.
"Mm."
"Let's paint."
Xiao Xiao stopped walking.
"Zhujian."
He looked up.
His gaze fell on the figure standing among the green leaves on a tree branch.
He was a little puzzled.
Hadn't Zhujian left?
A long tail stretched out in front of Xiao Xiao.
He blinked.
Hm?
The tail moved slightly.
It was just like when it had offered to show the old lady the butterfly earlier.
Xiao Xiao had a hunch.
He raised his hand.
He opened his palm.
Sunlight dappled his palm.
Nestled in it was...
This was...
Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow.
It was a four-leaf clover.
"Is this for me?"
Xiao Xiao pinched the four-leaf clover in his hand.
He looked up.
Sunlight spilled into his eyes, making his smile gleam.
Zhujian nodded.
Of course it