The 'uncle' that qingsi mentioned made Xia Anlan realize that this was not his 'Xiao' AI', but they were too similar. Even the tone and voice were so similar.
He tried his best to move the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying."Yes ... Uncle is in pain too. Can ... Can you hold uncle for a while?"
Qingsi bit her lip and hesitated. Her parents had told her that when she met a strange man, other than those who couldn't walk and needed to be carried, she couldn't let anyone touch her, from a two-year-old child to an 80-year-old grandpa. However, this uncle looked so pitiful.
He seemed to be in more pain than she was?
Qingsi hesitated for a while and finally nodded reluctantly."Then ... Okay, just for a while, not too much ..."
"Alright ..."
Qingsi opened her arms and hugged Xia Anlan. Her arms were short and could not wrap around him at all."Uncle, it doesn't hurt anymore!"