Chapter 5200: The Spectators
Grandma immediately reached out and lifted the child's eyelids.
"Let me take a look."
"Did something dirty get in your eye?"
The child's red eyes made Grandma frown.
"Does it still hurt?"
The Mushroom-headed boy didn't know how to answer. Pressured by Grandma, he nodded haphazardly.
Otherwise, he couldn't explain the tears running down his face.
"Oh, dear."
Grandma's face filled with concern. "Grandma will blow on it for you."
"Once the dirt is blown out, it won't hurt anymore."
Streams of air blew across his eyes, and the Mushroom-headed boy's tears flowed even harder.
The Mushroom-headed boy instinctively raised his hand to rub his eyes.
Grandma caught it.
"Don't rub your eyes."
"They're dirty."
"Let the tears flow a little more."
Grandma carefully examined the child's eyes. "They can carry the dirt out with them."
After Grandma said that...
The child stopped holding back his tears.
He gripped the balloon string tightly in his hand and cried with his lips pursed, looking utterly heartbroken.
Of course.
He really was heartbroken.
But he couldn't let his grandparents see how heartbroken he was.
"Does it still hurt?"
Grandma asked after blowing on her grandson's eyes for a while longer.
Several seconds passed before the Mushroom-headed boy shook his head.
His eyes didn't hurt...
"Does it really not hurt anymore?"
Grandma smiled. "That's good."
"You poor child."
"Crying so hard..."
"Anyone would think something terrible had happened to you."
Grandma teased her grandson.
She had told him to let the tears flow...
But she hadn't expected him to start crying the instant he was told...
And to cry so...
If she hadn't known that the child was crying because his eyes were uncomfortable, she really would have thought something heartbreaking