Under the heavy thunderstorm, Bei Jun was paranoid. He said, “Older sister.”
Bei Yao gave him a hug, “Don’t worry, XiaoJun. Be a good boy at kindergarten. I’ll be right back.”
Bei Jun pulled the hem of Bei Yao’s skirt with his plump little hands. Bei Yao sweet-talked, “Listen to the teachers. I need to go to school. Mommy will fetch you in the afternoon once her work is done.”