...

"Oh, it's raining."

Someone whispered.

...

What!?

The girl with a slanted ponytail suddenly raised her head.

It's raining!?

...

A girl with a slanted ponytail looked out the window.

...

"real."

"Why is it raining?"

“Did the weather forecast say it rains today?”

“I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

"Has it rained for a long time?"

...

Pedestrians outside the window ran away one after another.

The door of the convenience store was constantly pushed open.

There are many people coming in to hide from the rain.

...

A girl with a slanted ponytail was hit by someone.

...

"sorry."

The other party hurriedly apologized.

"Are you okay?"

...

"Auntie."

The little boy looked at the girl with a slanted ponytail worriedly.

"Princess……"

Until now, the little boy finally understood a fact: the princess is gone.

...

"prince."

The girl with a slanted ponytail stuffed a bag with popsicles on her hands into the little boy's hands.

"Hold it."

"You're eating popsicle here."

"You can eat them all."

"You are here to wait for my aunt."

"Auntie will be back soon."

...

"Auntie!"

The little boy subconsciously grabbed the bag stuffed by the girl with a slanted ponytail.

The coldness of popsicles made the little boy get some goose bumps through the bag.

He said hurriedly, "I'll go with you."

"I'm going to find the princess, too!"

...

"no!"

The girl with a slanted ponytail slowed down her tone.

"Prince, be obedient."

"Don't let my aunt be distracted?"

"You're here."

"When you finish your popsicle, my aunt and the princess will be back."

The girl with a slanted ponytail looked up and looked around.

Soon, she strode forward and grabbed a clerk.

"Hello, I have a child missing, I'm going to find her."

"Please take care of this kid."

The girl with a slanted ponytail pulled the little boy over and placed him next to the clerk.

"Thanks."

After throwing this sentence, the girl with a slanted ponytail strode towards the door.

Go against the current.

Soon, she left the convenience store.

...

The clerk had no time to react.

She looked at the direction where the girl with a slanted ponytail left, then looked down at the children around her, and slowly understood what was going on.

...

Seeing the little boy's expression of uneasy, the clerk bent down and smiled at the little boy, "Don't worry."

"Your mom will be back soon to pick you up."

...

The little boy looked up at the clerk.

...

The clerk smiled.

...

"She is not my mom."

The little boy seemed speechless.

...

ah?

The clerk was stunned.

In an instant, some bad guesses such as trafficking quickly passed through her mind.

...

"…She is my aunt."

The little boy continued.

....

Why……

All the guesses in the clerk's mind were shattered.

“Yes, is that?”

The clerk sneered.

"Sorry, I got it wrong."

"Then the kid will wait for my aunt to come back here."

"Okay?"
To be continued...