The child was a little afraid to look at the uncle beside her.
She had failed once again.
Would Uncle be disappointed?
She carefully turned her face slightly and glanced at Uncle from the corner of her eye.
The unchanged expression on Uncle's face made the child pause.
The child instinctively let out a sigh of relief.
But soon, she clenched her fists.
Uncle...
Had he never thought she could scoop up the little goldfish?
So he had never placed any expectations on her...
"What's wrong?"
The old man walked over.
"Have you used up all three fishing nets?"
The child raised her head.
There was a hint of grievance on her face. "Mm."
Her voice carried a faint sob.
"I didn't catch the little goldfish..."
The old man shook his head.
Wasn't this the expected result?
Why did she look as though she was about to cry?
The old man turned around.
Huh?
The child froze.
Grandpa...
had left...
Why?
The child began recalling what she had just said.
Did Grandpa dislike her?
The child felt very uneasy.
And a little upset.
"Pick one."
The old man soon returned.
In his hand, he was carrying...
The child's eyes widened.
Lollipops!
The old man was holding a lollipop "mountain."
It was covered with lollipops in wrappers of all kinds of colors.
"What are you spacing out for?"
The old man frowned slightly. "Don't you like candy?"
Was that how it was?
He had thought that children, especially girls, all liked candy.
The old man pursed his lips.
"Then forget—"
"I like it!"
The child blurted it out.
Huh?
The old man looked at the child.
"Really?"
"Mm."
The child nodded.
Of course she liked candy.
She was