Honestly, if Alaya hadn't come out, I would've almost forgotten there was such a sleeping goddess inside me. Her talent for sleeping had surpassed the limits of common sense and was catching up to hibernation. At first, she still remembered to come out at mealtimes or sun her wings, but ever since Xiao Qi Jing started living with her, she seemed to have forgotten even that. Since she was fine without food or drink anyway, Angel Sister simply stayed in my mind every day to look after the child.
What a good wife and loving mother she was, provided one didn't dwell on the details.
Alaya flapped her wings, though there wasn't actually a speck of dust on them. Then another tiny white figure appeared beside her. It was a little girl in a snow-white dress trimmed with intricate lace, with messy white twin ponytails, white clothes, a white little face, and a white rose over one eye. She was a little girl white from head to toe. Following her "mother" out of the Spiritual Sea and into the real world, she curiously looked around. The moment she realized she had arrived somewhere completely unfamiliar, her little mouth puckered, and she was about to cry. Luckily, I reacted quickly and scooped the paper-white child onto my shoulder. It was a habit now—after years of Suigintou's influence, I had practically developed an occupational disease where anything around that size automatically got placed on my shoulder...
Xiao Qi Jing had initially been distracted by the unfamiliar surroundings, but now she finally noticed me. She immediately stopped crying, grabbed my hair, and giggled. "Daddy's here!"
"Wow, you learned to talk much faster than your sister Little Pao Pao..."
I sighed sincerely. Xiao Qi Jing's age had been counted from when I brought her