ppy for it.
When they reached the stream, Raphael squatted down and scooped some water with his hands, wiping the stains off his clothes.
"You won''t be able to clean it this way," Edith told him, "You need to take it off and scrub it."
Seeing Raphael holding the removed jacket in his hand, clearly unsure of what to do next, Edith rolled her eyes at him and snatched the clothes away.
"You''re already this big, how come you don''t even know how to wash clothes?" Edith said, skillfully scrubbing his clothes while expressing her disdain.
However, as she noticed the embarrassed look on the little brother''s face, she wanted to tease him, so she suddenly flicked her hand in the water, splashing it playfully towards his face.
Startled, Raphael quickly raised his arm to block it and stepped backward.
Edith looked at him curiously and said, "Don''t you want to play with water? Once it gets colder, we won''t be able to play anymore."
She placed the washed jacket on the grass and lifted her skirt, walking straight into the stream.
Raphael took off his leather shoes and stockings, cautiously stepping into the water following her.
When Raphael wasn''t paying attention, Edith suddenly turned around and poured a handful of cool water onto his face, laughing smugly.
Raphael also became bold. He raised his hands filled with water, launching an attack at her. Edith was splashed so much that she couldn''t open her eyes, laughing and shouting, hiding behind a rock and swiftly clapping her arms, causing water splashes to scatter in all directions as she launched a counterattack towards him.
It wasn''t until the sun was about to set that Edith finally returned to the shore. She saw little Charlene on the wheelchair already closed her eyes, her head tilted to the side, lips slightly parted with a gentle smile, and her sparse light-coloured eyelashes trembled softly.
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