The delicate, tender voice was exceedingly juvenile, as if brimming with the innocent naivety of a child, delighting Ji Xiaoxia who was addressed.
"Qing, is that your name? It's really nice~"
"Sister?" Qing tugged at her clothes.
"Uh..." Ji Xiaoxia suddenly furrowed her brows.
Her identity information read [Painter].
She had no name at all!!
So, Ji Xiaoxia said with a forced smile, "Yeah, just call me 'sister' is fine."
Qing blinked, then opened her arms towards her.
Generally speaking, when a child makes this gesture, they are asking for a hug. Ji Xiaoxia's heart instantly melted, and her hands slipped under the little girl's armpits, lifting her up.
The little girl was much lighter than she had imagined.
The entire person was soft, and upon being lifted, her head nestled in the crook of her neck, and Xiaoxia could feel the little girl's gentle breathing, the other party seemed to also have taken a deep sniff.