The spacious balcony.
White clouds drifted overhead.
The weather had already been leisurely, yet the psychological pressure it brought Ye Qingxian had reached its most daunting point in history.
Cai Die was asking her.
But wasn't she asking herself as well?
Questions Ye Qingxian had once refused to think about were now being forced into her mind under Cai Die's pressure, and she had to give an answer today.
Inside the Living Room.
Yangyang was quietly eavesdropping on Ye Qingxian and Cai Die's conversation.
With the outlook on life she had developed, Yangyang could already understand quite a bit of the adult world.
The love she knew was something she never wanted to touch in her life. The pain of one's family of origin was not something that could be erased overnight.
Yangyang knew that love was responsibility.
Then she suddenly thought of her youngest Younger Sister.
Ye Ranxing was far more carefree and heartless by comparison.
Yangyang recalled what she had seen a few days ago. On the television was Ode Meowla Banana, Fallen Angel Lord's favorite show. Ye Ranxing stared at the bicycle jolting through the dirt on the screen, clapping every now and then and bursting into laughter. The laughter in her memories stood in stark contrast to the silence Ye Qingxian had fallen into on the balcony.
"Ye Zhaoxuan, Ye Zhaoxuan, look!"
"Why is this banana-pulling festival so funny?"
In her memories, Ye Ranxing clapped her hands and even shook her elder sister's shoulder.
"Laugh! Why aren't you laughing? Is it because you were born not liking to laugh?"
Yangyang was a little amused too and began rolling around on the balcony.
Ye Qingxian's brows furrowed despite herself. She really wanted to give a beating to a certain little ball of chaos that had interrupted her