"Mommy, I want to hug my little sister." While waiting, Yangyang started playing with the little buns. Seeing Yueyue smile at him, he couldn't help but give her kisses and want to hug her.
"You're too small to lift her; wait until you grow up a bit more before you try hugging her." The child's arms and legs are tiny—don't let him drop the baby.
Upon hearing this, Yangyang felt troubled, "Mommy, by the time I grow a bit bigger, my sister will have also grown a bit bigger and heavier. Then I still won't be able to hold her."
"Then you'll just have to not hold her," she said, then seeing him pouting, she added, "You don't have to be sorry. Save your strength to hold your bride in the future."
