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"Miss, do you want to open the door?" The driver in front asked when he saw the little girl outside the window knocking on the door persistently.

Mo Lan, who was sitting upright in the back row, answered without thinking, "No."

After that, she added in a baby voice, "She should be able to leave after knocking for a while."

The driver nodded.

The carriage fell into silence again. Outside the window, a group of children were having fun playing snowballs. Mo Lan turned his head to look and saw that their bodies and hair were covered with white snow. His little heart began to beat fast.

It’s not painful, but it does feel a little sour.

"Open the door, uncle, open the door, uncle, uncle, if you don't open the door I will cry." The pink little girl who knocked on the car door came to the driver's seat at some point.

The uncle's voice was so crisp and cute that the driver didn't know where to put his fingers.

He turned his head and cast a look of help to Mo Lan behind him. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the little Mo Lan said coldly, "Don't pay attention to her, let her knock."

The driver was helpless, as he understood what she meant. He thought the young lady must have thought that if they didn't open the door after knocking for too long, the little girl would leave on her own.

After all, whether adults or children, no one will stay in a cold position for too long.

However, they were wrong. After the little girl knocked on the car door several times and saw that they did not open it, she ran to her friends and whispered something.

Then, before the driver and Mo Lan could react, the group of kids who were having fun swarmed towards their car.

Suddenly, more than a dozen young faces appeared outside the window, each with rosy cheeks and so cute.

The driver was completely bewildered by the small hand slapping against the car window. He looked back at Mo Lan helplessly and said, "Miss, I'm afraid we can't open the car door now."

Mo Lan was silent for a few seconds, tightened his fingers on his knees, pursed his lips and looked out the window at the different little faces babbling, feeling a little stuffy in his chest.

"Young lady, why don't I open the door and send them away."

"Well, that's the only way." Mo Lan replied.

After getting her consent, the driver opened the car door with a click.

However, before he got out of the car, the door on Mo Lan's side was opened, and then a pink little face came in, full of childlike innocence and cuteness.

The little girl has very delicate and pretty facial features, like a doll. Her pink down jacket is covered with a lot of snowflakes, making her look cold.

Mo Lan looked at her briefly for a few seconds, and her subconscious obsessive-compulsive disorder took over, and she reached out to brush off the snowflakes on her body.

The young face was filled with a hard expression and an adult tone, "Little sister, go back to the car quickly, it's cold outside."

The little girl looked up at her innocently, her pink lips parted slightly, her voice soft and gentle, "Ah? It's not cold, little brother, you are so handsome, come down and play with us, okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, several furry heads popped over one after another. After seeing Mo Lan's magnificent face, they all chirped excitedly, "Wow, little brother is so handsome. We want him to play with us."

Mo Lan: “…”

Before she could react, she was pulled out of the car by the little girl.

The cold wind blew in and she shivered slightly. Not used to being touched by others, she secretly shook off the little girl's hand.

The little face looked at the child with flashing eyes staring at her with a rigid and indifferent expression, and explained, "I'm not a little brother, I'm a little sister."

Suddenly, the atmosphere around them became stagnant, and even the adults standing nearby took a deep breath.

Little sister? So this outstanding-looking child is a girl, but her clothes and short hair...

"You are a girl? But why are you wearing boys' clothes? But you look good in boys' clothes. Come on, little sister, we will take you to play together." A boy who was taller than Mo Lan said this and took the initiative to hold her hand.

The pink little girl standing on the other side of her saw the boy holding her hand, so she also took her other hand and ran with her to the place where they had just played snowballs.

Mo Lan, who had never had a happy childhood, could not fit in with their joy, but her extremely outstanding face made the children like her very much.