Little Bean shook his head thoughtfully. "Mommy, I'm not tired. You don't need to carry me."
Feeling sorry for him, Han Muzi squatted down and hugged his little head. "Do you want to lean on me for a while? I'm sorry. I didn't know that this would happen."
She blamed herself a little, for she felt that Little Bean was always suffering because of her.
Although this kind of situation was not a big deal for Han Muzi, she felt distressed whenever she thought of Little Bean. Perhaps the reason she was too sensitive was because she didn't have a complete family growing up.
"It's okay, Mommy. I am not tired. Besides, there are so many people here; it's very lively."
Han Muzi didn't speak anymore. Instead, she buried her head in Little Bean's neck and closed her eyes.