The maid outside approached, and little John Qiao didn't care about anything else. He pulled Samuel He and lowered his head to hide in the bushes.
The two of them were so close to each other, huddled together in a small ball, that they could only hear each other's breathing.
Samuel He stared at him without blinking. Little John Qiao hushed again. Samuel He nodded, and little John Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
The maid searched for a long time but didn't see anyone, so she walked away. The two children then got up from the bushes.
Because it was John Qiao's dream, the lilies in Samuel He's hand were particularly clear, so bright that even the color seemed different from the surroundings.
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