On the way to Ye Qingxian's cave abode, I felt a little uneasy.
I kept thinking about Ye Zhaoxuan.
I had a feeling the girl had been acting a little strange lately, as if she were constantly being awkward and picking a fight with someone.
I furrowed my brows slightly.
Take yesterday, for example. I could tell she definitely hadn't fallen asleep.
But she had pretended to be asleep, right in front of me.
Was she pretending to be asleep in front of me, or trying to act like the most well-behaved child?
For the first time, I fell into deep thought.
Don't ask me how I knew she was pretending to be asleep.
She was my own daughter. How could I not know whether she was asleep?
What exactly was Xiao Xuan thinking?
Or was it because I'd gone out to bring Ranxing food?
That definitely wasn't it. I couldn't just watch my younger daughter starve to death.
My gaze gradually shifted to the big clump of cat fur in my hand.
It had all fallen off Yangyang, and I'd collected the beautiful fur.
I looked at the fluffy ball. Its pure white color really was lovely.
Maybe I could make Xiao Xuan a doll with it.
Would that cheer her up a little?
I thought about it nervously—
As for Ye Ranxing's share, I'd wait until she showed some willingness to admit her mistake, then make her a doll myself to make up for it.
Children definitely liked toys. Especially things from their parents—they could make a child happy for a long time.
I tried to put myself in their shoes.
When I was little, I'd looked forward to it more than once. But I'd never even seen my parents, and it had become a small but lasting