Liu Ping looked at Mo Xiaoman and smiled, her lips pressed together. "It's much better for you to live with Grandpa and Grandma. Look at you, you've learned your manners, you're more talkative, and you have so much more color in your cheeks! The last time you came to buy kerosene, your little face was all pale and covered in soot. Now you're all clean and fair. You look so pretty!"
Mo Xiaoman gave a goofy smile. "Sister Liu Ping is the pretty one!"
Liu Ping reached out a finger to brush aside a sweat-dampened lock of Mo Xiaoman's hair. "Your hair has gotten quite long. On a hot day like this, it'll be cooler if you tie it up!"
