One day after school, I ran upstairs with my backpack, took my sister out of her baby swing, and while the maid wasn't paying attention, brought her to my room, placing her soft body on the bed. Inhaling the milky scent from her, I took out a lollipop from my backpack.
With a quick wave in front of her eyes, my sister, who was very young at that time, grabbed at anything she saw. Seeing that I wasn't giving it to her, she immediately made a fierce face and tried to snatch it, making me quickly step back a few paces, with a mischievous grin, "Linlin, be good, call me brother and I'll give it to you."
At that time, Ling Lin was just over a year old, just beginning to learn to talk, and couldn't understand anything I was saying. She just reached out her chubby little hands, swaying them around, her eyes glued to the thing in my hand.
Ling Haoyu remembers clearly that his sister had dimples, especially when she smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curved, very pretty.
