"Mom, Mom."
"I introduced Little White to someone today."
"Wasn't Yangyang great?"
The little dumpling saw that her mother wasn't hatching eggs, but was instead waiting by the door. She flew over from afar and threw herself at her in one breath.
Hiss—
I furrowed my brow, but still caught her.
Yangyang's expression stiffened as she caught the scent of blood.
"Mom, how did you get hurt?"
She grabbed my hand, her eyes brimming with anxious tears. "At least bandage it!"
I chuckled. "It's nothing. I just took a fall."
Just then,
Qing Ye happened to return carrying a wild rabbit.
The timing of her return was just right, like a low-level cultivator who'd left home to toil for a living.
"You're back?"
"Mm."
Qing Ye brought the wild rabbit over to me. "We'll have a treat tonight."
"I just heard Yangyang say you're hurt. What happened?"
"I fell." I didn't mind.
Qing Ye took my hand, her heart aching for me.
Looking at the worry in her eyes, I froze for a moment. Then my resistance softened, and I let her tend to my wound.
Qing Ye had countless spells in mind that could heal me in a second. She wished she could use them all at once, but beneath my gaze, she couldn't bring herself to use a single one. All she could do was obediently give me a simple bandage.
"The wind's strong outside tonight, and you still have to look after Ranxing and Zhaoxuan. You should wait inside," Qing Ye said, wanting me to go back to the room.
I gazed up at the sunset on the horizon and silently shook my head.
"Lately, I haven't really felt like hatching eggs."
Hearing Junior Sister's calm tone, Qing Ye's heart gave an inexplicable lurch.
I smiled again.