She looked at the ceiling.

She actually wanted to see her mother and Grandpa Zou.

But that requires twisting your head, which is too tiring.

She could only look at the ceiling.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced hard at his mother.

…

The old man and the woman looked at each other.

Fold leaves to keep out the rain?

What a fairy tale act.

There was a hint of smile in the eyes of both of them.

But soon, they stopped smiling.

Focus on what your child is telling you.

…

"The leaves are huge."

The doll's hands were spread out under the quilt.

"It's like an umbrella."

"But the umbrella won't get heavier."

"it will."

The doll frowned.

A look of disgust.

…

Umbrella...gets heavier?

The woman and the old man couldn't help but look at each other.

This means...

…

"...The rainwater has accumulated on the leaves..."

The doll puffed out its cheeks and complained.

…

Oh~

Both the woman and the old man suddenly looked astonished.

It turns out that this is what the so-called leaves become heavier.

…

"...I have to pour out the rainwater from my umbrella every once in a while..."

The doll wrinkled its little face.

What a hassle.

And if you are not careful, the leaves will fall off.

The rain will hit her.

So every time she poured water, she was very serious.

But that’s how serious she is…

"I was too focused on pouring the water off the leaves..."

When I think about it now, I feel very annoyed.

"I didn't notice that I had reached the edge of the cliff..."

"...I missed the mark..."

…

The woman reached up and covered her mouth.

To prevent myself from calling out.

But soon, she put down her hand.

Then he reached out and held the child's hand under the quilt.

…

The woman's two hands wrapped around the child's small hands.

…

The baby only felt a warmth coming from her hand wrapped by her mother.

Her heart, which had been beating uneasily and chaotically because of the memory of that shocking scene, suddenly began to calm down.

…

The doll's hands curled up slightly.

…

"……very scary……"

With the support and warmth from her mother, the baby had the courage to continue talking.

"I fell to the ground..."

"it hurts."

She was stunned.

After a while, her distracted attention finally focused again.

"...I can't move..."

"The rain is hitting me..."

"I'm soaked..."

"It's uncomfortable when clothes stick to me."

…

Seeing the child's disgusted look, the woman felt a little... helpless and funny for a moment.

I'm so injured that I can't move...

I also worry about the discomfort of clothes sticking to my body.

At that time, shouldn't this child's mind be thinking about how to be rescued?

…

"...I shouted for help..."

The doll puffed up its cheeks again.

"But my voice is too soft..."

"No one heard..."

…

The woman patted the back of the child's hand gently with pity on her face.

she knows.

How can an injured child have the strength to shout loudly?

Besides, it was raining at that time.

Even slightly louder sounds will be masked by the sound of rain.

so……

"I really want to thank Xiao Xiao..."

The woman couldn't help but murmur.

…

"ah?"

As if hearing her mother speak, the doll tilted its head slightly and looked at the woman.
To be continued...