Xu Shuo led the little girl by the hand, walking through the woods.
While one hand was held, the other played idly with the passing leaves and branches, and from time to time, she stealthily picked a wild fruit and popped it into her mouth with lightning speed.
She seemed to taste nothing, chewing calmly before swallowing, then sneakily glanced at Xu Shuo's expression.
After passing through the orchard, the dense underbrush and thorns in the forest increased on the undeveloped hillside, and Xu Shuo picked up the little girl again.
"Uncle Dai, where are we going?" the little girl asked softly and tenderly.
"Do you like this mountain?" Xu Shuo, without answering, squeezed her smooth and delicate cheek and asked back.
"I do!" The little girl nodded earnestly, with no other emotion in her eyes.
"Then do you like this village?"
"I do!"
"Do you like everyone in the village?"
"I do!"
If you wanted her to like something, she would.