Junior Sister, Shattered Along with Her Teeth. I chuckled and pulled my daughter over.
Then my raised arm froze in midair.
I had nearly forgotten that Yangyang was no longer little. I could no longer pick her up like I used to.
"Sit on my lap." I patted my knee.
Ye Qixin looked at her mother's not particularly tall frame and heard the faint bitterness in her voice. For some reason, she felt sad too. She... didn't want to grow up either, but how could she protect her mother if she didn't grow up?
"Mm."
She turned sideways and slowly sat down.
I reached out and combed her slightly messy hair.
"Your high ponytail this morning was done well, but there are still some loose strands that weren't tied up. Pay attention next time too. Mother will comb your hair a few more times, and you'll learn to do it yourself later."
The wind nearby whispered softly, accompanied only by the faint sound of combing hair.
Everything was just like before.
Yet somehow, it was a little different.
Just as Ye Zhaoxuan had said, time always moved forward. No one could remain in the past forever.
Yangyang would grow up too. She could no longer keep clinging to her mother's arms and acting spoiled.
Abruptly, I set down the comb. Looking at my daughter as she was now, I gave a gratified smile. "You're getting prettier and prettier. In a few years, when you truly become a young lady, who knows how many people our future Fairy Qixin will charm to death."
Ye Qixin smiled shyly. "Not at all. How could your daughter be that pretty?"
"I inherited Mother's looks."
She did not dare mention that she had already tasted love's bitterness, that she would no longer have any expectations