Like this, the old and the young stared at each other for a long time, with Old Mr. King not quite coming back to his senses, only looking at the little girl's round, pink face.
His thoughts had already drifted back to two years ago, at the foot of Caeser Mansion, where the little pink ball had reminded him not to sit in the flowerbed, saying the weather was chilly and the tiles at the edge would freeze his bu_tt. She'd said her mother was very good, that she had no father, and then was led away by that middle-aged woman, her bouncing and hopping figure full of childish joy and sweetness.
Could it actually be this child?
Old Mr. King suddenly lifted the thin blanket on his body and sat up directly, still staring at Lily's face.
Seeing Old Mr. King's astonished and even shocked expression, Old Mrs. King gave him a cold glance, holding Lily's little hand even tighter, lest the child be frightened by the old man's nearly bulging eyes.
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