"Big Brother, look, look…" San San wove the tri-colored dandelion excitedly in front of Tang Ling.
It was early autumn, and the morning wind felt chilly and was rather strong. The wind blew the tri-colored dandelion, scattering its petals into the air like tiny floating umbrellas.
Tang Ling laughed mirthfully.
San San pouted while her googly eyes became teary. She had spent quite some time finding the pretty little ball of fluff. Why did the wind blow it all away?
"Bad Brother!" San San stomped her feet as her tears threatened to roll down her cheeks.
Tang Ling gently carried her up and placed her over his shoulder.
"Come on. I'll bring you to find more." Making San San happy was not difficult at all because she would always be happy about little things and forget about her sadness in an instant.
"Really?" She tousled Tang Ling's hair and messed it up.