It looked like the rain wouldn't let up anytime soon.
"Or I could take you home."
The boy winked at the child.
"If Yaya trusts me."
"You can also tell me your address."
"I'll take you home."
"Make up your mind."
The boy urged the child.
They had already wasted a lot of time.
"You don't want to end up getting sick."
The child felt a little flustered.
Ah...
She could call her parents...
The child raised her wrist.
A few seconds later, she looked up.
"...Big Brother, could you take me home?"
The child knew that because of her strange illness, her parents had gone through a lot.
They had to work and come pick her up from school every day...
It was the weekend, so her parents were supposed to be off.
But they had taken too many days off lately, and work had piled up. They had both gone back to the office to work overtime.
If she called her parents...
They wouldn't be able to finish their work again.
She felt bad... and nervous...
But she didn't want to interrupt her parents at work even more.
After a brief moment of surprise, the boy nodded.
"Okay."
Now that he had her answer, the boy asked for her address and immediately called a car.
The boy shielded the child as they ran through the rain to the car.
He opened the door. "Get in."
The boy and the child sat in the back seat.
Even with the rain pouring down, the car sped along.
"Yaya didn't want your parents to go through the trouble of coming to get you, right?"
The boy turned to look at the child, who was gazing blankly out the window.
The child turned back.
She nodded,