Late at night.
Ye Ranxing was cosplaying as a gloomy little angel in the corner again.
Ye Zhaoxuan huddled in her mother's arms, her little face tinged with sadness.
She wanted to be the most well-behaved baby, and the one her mother loved most.
But.
Reality was telling her that the misbehaving babies were often the ones who got more attention.
She hated her little sister. She even hoped, just a little, that Mother would learn her sister's true colors sooner.
In the darkness.
I sensed her emotions and opened my eyes a little. The first thing I saw was Ye Zhaoxuan's long, sour face. "Baby, are you unhappy?"
Under the not-so-spacious blanket, Ye Zhaoxuan had curled up into a ball.
She seemed so insecure.
And she was inching as close to me as she could...
"Mother." She slowly wrapped her arms around mine, her tone very earnest. "Do you like my little sister more?"
I was stunned for a moment.
"How could I? Don't let your imagination run wild."
"You're both Mommy's babies. I love you both equally."
I stroked my second daughter's equally fluffy head.
She rested her chin on my arm, her voice full of pathetic reproach. "But, Mother, you obviously let my little sister get away with more."
"Are you still thinking about the candied hawthorn from this afternoon?"
"If she did something, you can tell me. Sneaking off to hit your sister was definitely wrong." I patiently explained, and Ye Zhaoxuan's little hand tightened around my arm.
"You're right that I let your sister get away with more, to some extent. She's already set in her ways. If I were especially strict with her, wouldn't she get smacked every time she said something?" I sighed. "It's not that Mommy can't tell right from wrong. Trust