"Okay, okay, it's our fault."
"Yes, yes, it's all our fault. Lily, don't cry anymore."
"I'll let you play with my slingshot, okay? It's the one you said you really wanted to play with last time."
Lily Smith's big eyes whirled around: "You have to let me play with it for three days!"
"…Fine!"
A farce was thus solved with the kids' inexplicable reconciliation.
After the group of children was taken away by their mothers, Amanda Smith finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As the sun gradually set, Amanda Smith watched her daughter, who was sitting on the floor with her small feet, her ten tiny toes constantly rubbing against the ground, and sighed helplessly.
"Let's go inside."
