Beside her were two little ones, also dressed in ethnic minority costumes.
Xiao Qian'ai was waddling along with her short little legs, panting as she followed beside her.
Exhausted and panting with a flushed little face, she stubbornly continued to walk behind her.
Unlike other kids who would cry and demand to be carried, refusing to walk by themselves.
Her two little hands, white and chubby, were holding a big, shiny red apple.
Her small face was nearly as big as the apple.
With cheeks red as an apple, she looked even more adorable.
An Ziqi bent over with a smile, extending her hand, "Xiao Ai, come over here. Mommy will carry you."
The little one shook her head, speaking seriously, "No carry, Mama, tired."
Then continued to pant forward.
An Ziqi couldn't help but chuckle, and directly reached over and picked the little one up.
She gave a big kiss on her flushed cheek, "Xiao Ai is so good, Mommy's not tired."
