Mother, Younger Sister wants a hug too

Mother, Younger Sister Wants a Hug Too. In a quiet corner.

Ye Ranxing nearly ground her teeth to pieces.

Too awful.

How could anyone be like this?

It was unfair to the extreme.

She had already betrayed Mother, yet not only had she received no punishment—

she could even be held by Mother.

The anger suddenly erupting inside her definitely wasn't because Mother hadn't hugged her in ages.

And even less because she had said goodnight to Mother once, then had been too embarrassed to say it a second time.

The Fallen Angel Lord secretly stomped her foot, the little cricket in her heart never ceasing its chirping.

A little brat was a little brat.

A little brat kitty.

She was already grown up. She wouldn't act like a child.

That was what the Fallen Angel Lord told herself.

Ye Qingxian saw it all, but it reminded her of something she had once read.

People always imagined they could grow up faster when they were still young, yet once they realized they had grown up, they always imagined returning to childhood again.

Perhaps that was what youth was like. It was hard for people to possess youth and the experience of youth at the same time. By the time you finally realized you wanted to cherish it, youth had already slipped away in silence.

Many years later, whenever Ye Ranxing thought of the past, she would often grow even quieter.

Just like her deep, pitch-black eyes had been since childhood.

"Younger Sister."

"Is it because Elder Sister gets to be held by Mother..."

"that you're angry...?"

Ye Zhaoxuan asked softly.

Ye Ranxing turned her head away, refusing to admit it even if it killed her. "What does that have to do with me? She's just a tiny kitty. So annoying."