"After a nap, Mommy feels much better." Chi Xingye gave Little Cherry a gentle smile, not wanting her to worry. Looking at the child's curly hair, "Go get the comb, Mommy will do your hair."
"Okay!" Little Cherry hopped happily and ran to get the comb.
Little Cherry's hair was naturally curly, soft in texture, and shoulder-length, which made her look even more delicate and beautiful than a doll.
She sat on the small chair beside the bed, obediently letting her mother comb her hair.
Suddenly, she asked, "Mommy, why were you crying last night?"
The fingertips paused briefly, "... Mommy wasn't crying."
"I saw you wiping away tears!" Little Cherry directly pierced through her mother's lie, "Mommy, why do you always cry secretly? You always tell me to learn to share and to help carry burdens. But you never share your worries with me, Mommy. Little Cherry has grown up now, and I can share those things that make you sad!"
