บท 397: Chapter 397 Heavenly Fortune (End)

"Brother, brother."

Little Bun, carved out of pinkish-white jade, toddled toward a young boy.

She hugged him tightly.

Looking up, her eyes shone with a bright luster, "Brother."

The boy was about seven or eight years old, still a child, yet his face was taut with a prematurely serious expression.

He pushed Little Bun away with a hint of displeasure.

"Don't touch me."

Like an octopus, Little Bun pried one of his hands loose, only for her other hand to wrap around again.

"Brother, brother, play with me, play with me," Little Bun pleaded in her childishly endearing voice.

"No," the boy replied irritably, "leave me alone."

Yet Little Bun persisted, shaking his arm, "Brother, play with me, brother, play with me."

"Chu Wu, I have to go out with Dad, please take care of your little brother, okay?"

A woman's voice called out to him from not too far away.

"Take good care of your brother, did you hear me?"

Chu Wu frowned, clearly unwilling to agree.