"Does it hurt, Mumu?" Tears fell like broken pearls from An Lan's eyes, dropping onto Feng Mumu's body one by one. She seemed to be scalded by the tears and shrank her body, tilting her little head to look up at An Lan.
Sensible Mumu raised her small hand and clumsily wiped An Lan's tears while comforting her.
"Pretty sister, don't cry, don't cry, Mumu doesn't hurt."
How could it not hurt… An Lan thought about the two children returning home and facing hardships. She hadn't expected the Old Ma couple to be so cruel. She forced a grim smile, "Doesn't it hurt, Mumu?"
Having been taught to always be honest, Mumu shook her small head, "Well, it does hurt a little bit, just a tiny bit. Mumu is wearing thick clothes, so when Auntie pinches Mumu, it's not very painful, not as painful as in the summer."
Mumu carefully gestured with both hands to show just how small the pain was.