In the living room.
Ye Zhaoxuan held one corner of the building block, her tone full of innocent wonder. "Sister, you still like eating corn?"
Ye Ranxing remained as disdainful and aloof as ever, as out of step with the world as ever. She gave a little hmph in her heart.
A little kitty was just a little kitty.
Little angels were different. They never ate corn!
A Fallen angel was still an angel.
The moment Yangyang's gaze slid over, Ye Ranxing guiltily looked away.
Ye Ranxing felt terribly guilty now, and had to find something to keep herself occupied. Seeing her sister leave to look for Yangyang, she brought out a little rabbit plushie.
When she saw her little sister playing with the rabbit again, Yangyang's body stiffened for no apparent reason.
A whole week had passed. Surely Ye Ranxing couldn't still smell it?
"Is this... Mother's scent?" Ranxing was, after all, a native of Supreme Heaven. It had been explained long ago that she habitually called her mother by the more formal "Mother," though sometimes she used the more affectionate "Mama." This... should have been only the second time she'd called her Mama.
Yangyang's gaze seemed drawn by a magnet. She stared at a certain oblivious Fallen angel, who was hugging the rabbit plushie and muttering to herself in puzzlement. Even the steps of the imposing eldest sister nearly ground to a halt.
Ye Zhaoxuan saw that her sister had stiffened and had no intention of answering her. At the same time, she heard her little sister speak, so she turned around and answered Ye Ranxing in a prim yet babyish voice. "Of course it isn't Mother's scent. Mother smells a little like citrus, with a lingering fragrance like gardenias. How could it be this childish, milky smell?"