Night deepened.
Yangyang hugged the little doll that looked different from everyone else's and kept her eyes fixed on the little rabbit in Ye Ranxing's arms. Her sorrow was practically overflowing.
How was she supposed to tell her little sister—
That this little rabbit wasn't just something their mother had given her.
It was made from her own cat fur, too.
She really didn't need to keep hugging it, even when she slept.
Yangyang was mortified. She'd spent the whole day on edge, afraid her two little sisters would find out that the fur had come from their all-powerful big sister—and that it still carried a faint milky scent.
Ye Zhaoxuan hadn't gone to sleep yet.
She was waiting for their mother to come back.
So she sat obediently on the bed, holding a whole quilt in her arms.
Ye Ranxing was already able to sleep in a bed.
But she insisted on maintaining the aloofness of the Fallen Angel Lord.
Ye Xiaoyao could only set up a little bed for her.
Yangyang, on the other hand, was much more casual.
She had her own private cat nest, made from two little angel wings.
Besides, she liked to sleep wherever she happened to be.
As the freest little cat of them all, she could sleep wherever she wanted.
There were two master bedrooms in all.
One belonged to Ye Qingxian, and the other to Ye Xiaoyao.
At that moment, Ye Zhaoxuan was playing with her little rabbit hair clip.
Ye Xiaoyao really loved rabbits. Everything she made for her daughter had some kind of rabbit design on it.
Perhaps it was because her eyes were the same color as a rabbit's.
Both were bright red, like shining rubies.
Suddenly, Ye Zhaoxuan turned her head.
She'd noticed her big sister staring