Winters once again felt startled by this unexpected affectionate gesture, and, being awkward and unsure of how to respond, he simply gently rubbed the girl's hair.
"Ouch, let go of him, let your brother get into the house," a woman in her thirties with high cheekbones, black phoenix eyebrows, and a dignified and graceful demeanor hurried out and pulled the girl from Winters's neck.
However, she herself couldn't help but shed tears, stretching out her arms to tightly embrace her precious nephew.
She grabbed Winters's shoulders and pushed him away, taking two seconds to examine him carefully. Then, pulling Winters close again, she kissed his cheeks. Her crying became more intense; she could hardly speak clearly, only murmuring over and over, "You're back, you're finally back."
Now, Winters felt like a doll being playfully manipulated, being moved around at will, and he responded with a grin, "Auntie, I'm back."