Little Taotie looked at Qiaoqiao's Dad and then to the woman heartless enough to "kill" her own child, anger and a sense of sorrow burgeoned within her.
She couldn't quite express what this emotion was, but she had never felt it before reading.
After she learned to read, she understood more and her emotional responses began to vary a lot more.
There was a mix of compassion for Qiaoqiao, frustration and immense anger towards Qiaoqiao's Dad, rage against this woman, and pity for the little baby... complex and ever-changing emotions.
She didn't know that when her thoughts and emotions became complex, no longer as simple as before, when thinking and expressing became less straightforward and emotions were no longer singular, it meant — growth.
Little Taotie cast her eyes down, the desire to speak up for Qiaoqiao and the baby swelled boundlessly in her chest.
