Mother had only just fallen asleep when Ye Zhaoxuan opened her eyes in the dark. She blinked, then tentatively grabbed the edge of her mother's sleeve.
On the other side,
Ye Ranxing opened her eyes too.
Ye Zhaoxuan drew in her little feet. It was an instinctive retreat. "Mother said during the day that we weren't allowed to fight anymore."
Her voice was soft and sweet, the kind that made her sound easy to pick on.
Ye Ranxing's voice had once been much like hers, but she preferred to deliberately lower it and stress each syllable, putting on the cold, ruthless air of an adult. "You don't need to tell me. Just mind yourself."
Ye Zhaoxuan let go and pushed herself up a little.
The two little ones spoke in hushed voices, communicating in Angel Language.
Ye Zhaoxuan braced her little hands against the edge of the bed and hopped down lightly.
Ye Ranxing sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her.
Ye Zhaoxuan walked forward, then suddenly tripped over her left foot and toppled toward Ye Ranxing.
Ye Ranxing jumped, her pupils shrinking.
"What are you doing?"
"Seriously, what's wrong with you? You can't even walk without falling. Who taught you that?"
Ye Zhaoxuan fluttered her wings to steady herself, then shook her head. "I didn't fall. I'm a little sleepy. I'm not fully awake yet."
Ye Ranxing glared at her, her tone fierce. "Don't come near me unless you have a reason."
Ye Zhaoxuan landed back on the floor. "As if I'm worried you'll contaminate me."
Just then,
an adorable little cat walked into the room with elegant steps.
The three sisters were together in one room again.
Yangyang slipped under the covers. A single breath later, a pretty little girl, a little taller than the