Chen Xuan pretended to play with her phone, keeping an eye on her surroundings, ready to alert Wu Yuntao with a message if anyone approached.
However, the airport bathroom was quite secluded, and hardly anyone came.
"Ah, girls really need to learn to protect themselves when they're out and about!"
Chen Xuan sighed as she looked at the little girl in the down jacket.
She sat like she was astride a large horse, her legs apart, perched atop the white-collar woman's luggage. Using her tiptoes like paddles, she rubbed the floor, sliding forward.
Because she was so short and her legs so short, every time she "paddled," her tiptoes had to reach for the floor energetically, clumsy yet revealing a hint of adorable childish charm.
Chen Xuan, although the little girl's face was tightly wrapped, could still see some bandages through the gap between the baseball cap and the mask.
This made her both envious and sympathetic.