Xia Yangyang and Gu Qichen both stopped in their tracks.
Xia Ye seemed to have heard it too.
His whole body appeared to stiffen.
And that sound grew closer and closer.
Xia Yangyang turned around.
She saw little Xingxing running toward them from the crowd.
At that moment, she couldn't quite describe the feeling.
It was as if something lost had been found again.
The tightly wound string in her mind seemed to loosen all at once.
Before Xia Yangyang could run over, Xia Ye rushed ahead of her.
Xia Ye ran up to little Xingxing.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
The two children spoke almost in unison.
After speaking, both little Xingxing and Xia Ye froze as if stunned.
Xia Ye was the first to react.
He said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so harsh with you earlier. Where did you run off to just now? I was really worried about you."
Little Xingxing's expression changed; her eyes filled with shimmering tears.
