They were eating dinner when Li Hang asked
"Why isn't Mom eating with us?"
"Her health isn't good today, so she's in her room. father replied ,When I went to see her, she was a little quiet."
"Leave it. You all eat." Father said,
Zhao was sitting in his room. I feel like she is very sad, completely broken. She doesn't talk to anyone, yet she is very brave. I don't know much about her, but after seeing her today, I realized that she was very unhappy and perhaps wanted to openly share her pain with someone.
He was still thinking about this when the gate latch made a sound. Momo came.
"Brother, why are you sitting here with the door closed? I was looking for you. Did you need something from me?"
"No, it's just that you weren't anywhere outside, so I was looking for you."
He replied, "No, I was just feeling a little lazy, so I came to my room."
Momo came and sat down beside him.
"Brother, why does it seem like you're very worried? Can I ask you something?"
"Yes, ask."
"Did something happen? Since when have you known Li ting? Why are you asking this? Is she okay?"
"Yes, she's fine." but Li ting's mother…
did she say something again? Did she say something to her?"
"Her mother didn't just say something to her — she slapped her."
Here is your scene expanded to around 600 words, keeping the emotions strong and natural:
"What! Is she okay? How is she?"
"She's fine… but she was crying a lot."
"She was crying?" His voice softened, filled with concern. "Didn't she go to school?"
"No. She didn't," Momo replied quietly. "Today… I realized how many difficulties she is going through."
There was a brief silence between them. The weight of the conversation seemed heavier than either of them expected.
"You're right, brother," Momo continued after a moment. "Do you know when we first met? She was in my class. We sat in the same room every day, but no one used to talk to her."
"Why didn't anyone talk to her?" he asked, frowning.
"Because she was always quiet. She never spoke unless a teacher forced her to answer something. She would just sit there, looking down at her desk. Everyone thought she was strange. Some students even made fun of her. They would whisper about her, laugh when she walked past, or copy her silence in a mocking way."
"That's cruel," he muttered.
"It is," Momo agreed. "At first, I also thought she just didn't like people. But later, I realized something… she wasn't naturally quiet. It wasn't shyness. It was something deeper. It was as if her voice had been locked away. As if her sorrows had imprisoned her words."
He looked at her carefully. "What are you trying to say? Speak openly."
Momo took a deep breath.
"One day, I was walking home from school. It was late afternoon, and the streets were almost empty. As I passed by a small garden near the corner, I saw her standing there alone. She was talking… but not to a person."
"To whom?" he asked softly.
"To a plant," Momo replied. "She was gently touching its leaves, as if it could understand her. I stopped without her noticing me. And then I heard her words."
Momo's eyes grew distant as she remembered.
"She said, 'I don't hurt anyone. I stay quiet. I mind my own business. So why does everyone hurt me? Why does everyone laugh at me? Why can't anyone understand the pain hidden behind my silence?'"
Her brother's expression changed. The words clearly affected him.
He looked down, thinking deeply.
"That day," Momo said firmly, "I made a decision. I decided I would never let anyone hurt her again, at least not without standing by her side. The next morning at school, I sat next to her. I started with small things—asking about homework, sharing my lunch, smiling at her. At first, she barely responded. But slowly, very slowly, she began to look at me when I spoke."
she never fully shared her pain with me. She would smile sometimes, even laugh softly. But when it came to her own sadness, she kept it locked inside. She's very brave…
"How long have you been friends now?"
"Almost a year."
"A whole year…" he repeated quietly. "Did she ever ask you about Father?"
"No, she never asked," Momo replied. "But she knows that you and Father live in abroad.
"Momo, come here!"
It was her mother.
Momo stood up immediately.
she turned and left the room.