It wasn't that big.
How had the other person managed to leave right under his nose without him noticing?
Could the other person have Lightness Skill?
He shook his head.
That was, of course, nonsense.
He knew that.
"Xiao Xiao."
Madam Xiao pushed the door open and came in.
"What's wrong?"
Madam Xiao narrowed her eyes in puzzlement.
"Have you eaten any mung bean cakes?"
Perhaps regular customers could tell the teahouse which flowers they liked, and the teahouse would specially arrange them on the plates.
He said it.
"...But it's strange."
"No."
They even teased that the child was already so particular about atmosphere at such a young age...
"Mom."
He closed his eyes.
He said.
The mung bean cakes at their teahouse came five to a plate.
"You remember clearly. You fell from the windowsill..."
"Who ate it?"
They hadn't noticed that obvious "loophole" at all.
Madam Xiao stopped herself from imagining further.
"We were just dreaming."
"But..."
Then why was he sitting here?
It couldn't be that after falling from the windowsill, the child had climbed back up by himself?
He took a deep breath.
"Why didn't you say so sooner?"
His expression was gentle.
He touched his face.
"Nothing happened."
That was terrifying.
His expression grew even more confused. "Then I was back in the private room."
"I clearly remember falling..."
Madam Xiao nodded.
"Are you all right?"
"Could I have been dreaming?"
He quickly grabbed his mother's hand.
The child liked coming to the private room on rainy days to listen to and watch the rain. Everyone in the family knew that.
Madam Xiao reached out and hugged him.
"I brought you the same plate we serve to customers at our shop."
"What is it?"
She sat down beside the child.