The Junior Sister's Diary

Junior Sister's Diary. Mother's former bedroom from her maiden days had now become the place where her several good little babies spent the most time.

She had prepared rooms of their own for each of the babies as well.

But they were still too young and not yet used to sleeping there alone, so they had continued staying by her side. When they were four or five, she could be a little firmer about it; it would not be too late then.

That was Ye Xiaoyao's view.

On the clean, tidy desk, a little pink notebook rested quietly in one corner.

It was something Ye Ranxing and Ye Zhaoxuan would never touch.

Because—

They both knew Mother would not allow them to read it.

So neither of them would mess with it.

The two little angels had grown up now as well and had no interest in causing trouble.

Ye Xiaoyao had never guarded against her daughters. Many of her belongings were casually placed in open, visible areas.

She had never imagined that the babies she trusted most and doted on most would steal her things to show someone else.

At that moment, Ye Xiaoyao was still in the bedroom.

But rather than lying on the bed, she was sprawled over her desk, still gazing at the white clouds beyond the window, often capable of spacing out for an entire day.

It was precisely upon seeing this that Ye Qixin, who had just entered, finally made up her mind.

Even in their relatively "drooping" state, my passively activated cat ears could still catch the nearly inaudible footsteps behind me.

I could even tell which of my babies it was directly from the different sounds of their footsteps.

It was Yangyang. She was back...

As a mother who had personally raised