The next day.
I was thinking about how to earn some spirit stones.
Ye Zhaoxuan suddenly handed me a Storage Bag. "Mother, these are my spirit stones."
"Ye Qingxian gave them to you, so keep them. Why are you giving them to me?"
Ye Zhaoxuan didn't care what I said. She squeezed herself into my arms and started cosplaying as my cute little angel ornament again.
She quietly bit her lip as we stared at each other, apparently waiting to see who would be the first to give in.
I was a little helpless with my daughter.
Or perhaps I simply couldn't bring myself to be truly harsh with any of my daughters.
"Oh, I'm still so young. What would I need spirit stones for?" Ye Zhaoxuan said suddenly.
"And besides..." She started counting on her little fingers, speaking in a soft, sweet voice. "And besides, these are the New Year's money I'm entrusting to you, Mother. If there's something I want to buy later, you can buy it for me then."
She suddenly smiled, and countless pure-white wings unfurled behind her.
The sacred radiance of an angel seemed to spread out in a tangible wave.
Deep in the forest.
The hem of Ye Ranxing's dress was already rather worn, leaving her little better off than a beggar.
She struggled to rise in the morning sunlight, every inch of her body aching.
Living out in the wild and sleeping on the bare ground had nearly pushed her to the limits of what her mind could bear. She was only one step away from breaking down.
The more mentally fragile someone became, the more easily their emotions flared, driving them to do things they would never normally do.
Yangyang slowly stepped out from behind a tree. Looking at the wretched little