Crackling and popping, like firecrackers on Lunar New Year's.
The sounds of bones snapping from within never let up.
At dawn.
The three little ones had all gotten up and were each getting dressed.
Ye Zhaoxuan took hold of a hair clip and slowly turned her head toward Yangyang. "Big sister, I'm still not very good at this. Could you put my hair clip on for me?"
Yangyang obediently took it and clipped the Little rabbit hair clip into place.
Ye Ranxing stared at her sister's head and said awkwardly, "How come I don't have one?"
Ye Zhaoxuan stuck out her tongue. "That's what you get for running away from home for those few days."
Yangyang fell silent for a moment.
Ye Ranxing touched her bare head, feeling a little sad. She was just about to jump down from the bed when Yangyang suddenly spoke.
"You have one too. It's in Mom's vanity. There are lots of little accessories in there, and there are two of each. Mom prepared them as a surprise just for you two."
A hint of a smile appeared on Ye Ranxing's little face, but she quickly reined it in. Still icy, she gave a disdainful snort. "Hmph, you think I'm like Ye Zhaoxuan? It's just a little rabbit hair clip. Fallen Angel Lord won't be bought off with a little gift like some immature child."
She had accidentally said the wrong thing again.
Ye Zhaoxuan pinched one of her feathers and kept quiet.
An incense stick's time later, all three little dumplings were sprawled on the bed, propping themselves up in a neat row as they watched Ye Xiaoyao sleep.
"What do you think is going on with Mother?" Ye Zhaoxuan was the first to speak.
Ye Ranxing was always the one to answer Ye