"Why am I different from others?" She bit her lip and stared at him.
"Xueye, I said, you are unique." He took a step forward, squatted down in front of her, and reached out to stroke her hair.
"I don't want to be unique, I just want to play with them and they don't hate me!"
"That's enough that I like you."
"Can you play with me?"
"Okay."
"Can you come and talk to me every day?"
"Okay."
"Can you make me a beautiful kite?"
"Okay."
"Never hate me as much as they do?"
"Okay."
A slight smile appeared on his still childish face, a little helpless and a little doting.