For a long period, no one spoke in the room.
Time, like a graceful dancer, lightly leapt over.
It wasn't until McDull reached out his chubby hand to gently touch George's forehead, helping to smooth out the furrowed brows.
In that moment, something beautiful was blossoming.
Suddenly, McDull touched his own neck and froze.
Song Zhen asked softly, "What's wrong?"
McDull spoke in annoyance, "Back when I was in Italy, I had a little gold medallion. Uncle Cassie gave it to me when I was one year old. It has the Holy Mother's image on it. Uncle Cassie said, wearing it, the Lord would bless me."
He lowered his head with a look of displeasure, "When I came back to China, I thought I'd go back soon, so I left the little gold medallion in Italy."
Song Zhen pondered, "So, you want to give your own amulet as a gift to George?"