The jujubes were all plump.
Their color was very enticing, too.
They looked delicious.
His gaze rose along with a jujube.
Huh!?
He abruptly widened his eyes.
What!?
After a long while, he finally came to his senses and slowly blinked.
Yet he clearly felt its gaze fall on him.
But when he saw it take another jujube and stuff it into its mouth, he instinctively shouted, "Stop!"
Overwhelmed by the fear that his parents would be called, the child blurted out whatever came to mind.
He was both scared and felt he'd been wronged...
The child froze.
Old Grandmother finally understood what was going on.
Like a sharp blade.
Old Grandmother wondered if she was being foolish.
He used every bit of his strength, trying to make his body move.
A strange, pitch-black creature...
The child felt deeply wronged.
"Whose child are you?"
She tremblingly picked up a jujube.
He instantly panicked.
"Even a little kid should come up with a better lie, shouldn't he?"
He felt as though he were suffocating in a cramped space.
Old Grandmother looked in the direction the child was pointing.
What?
"Is something wrong with your head, too?"
The panic he felt now was different from the panic he'd felt when the big dog chased him earlier.
His whole body was rigid.
He didn't know.
"The little thief who's been sneaking jujubes is right over there!"
He couldn't even move a finger.
He looked as if he were about to cry.
"I didn't eat a single one!"
That was true.
No.
Had she really wronged the child?
"Look!"
This time, he got a clearer look at the other party.
He carefully let out a slow breath.
She gave him a leisurely sidelong glance.
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