Courtyard.
Ye Zhaoxuan was still sitting close beside Ye Ranxing.
This time, the two of them were not playing the puzzle from last time.
They were already two-year-old babies. No longer like when they had been barely over one, always playing educational jigsaw puzzles meant for infants and toddlers, they had gathered together to tackle a more difficult, more complicated puzzle.
They were both called puzzles.
But in the end, there were still some differences.
This was something Ye Ranxing would seriously emphasize whenever she explained to others that she was no longer a little girl whose speech was soft and gooey, but someone who could play puzzles meant for big kids.
It was just that she had not yet realized—big kids generally did not play puzzles.
For instance.
Yang Xiaomao was currently lying on the roof with her belly exposed to the sun. She had no interest at all in playing the childish puzzle game of her two Younger Sisters. She only wanted to occasionally handle the great matters of life, and could not help sighing amid the warm sunshine.
Life truly was infinitely wonderful. If she was not sunbathing, then she was sunbathing—leisurely beyond measure. Whenever her fragmented sleep ended and she was in a slightly bad mood, she would take out a Sound Transmission Talisman and, with a cold face, tear into her subordinates without warning.
The subordinates on the other side had probably never imagined in their lives that the reason Immortal Lord always scolded them was simply because Yang Xiaomao had a bit of morning grumpiness every time she woke up.
This was Ye Qixin's complete, comfortable, leisurely day.
"Elder Sister!" Ye Zhaoxuan suddenly stood up and called softly toward the roof. "Can you play puzzles with Star and me? This puzzle is a little