"Do you know what festival tomorrow is?"
Ye Zhaoxuan squatted on the ground, staring blankly at a basin before her. It was filled with fish of all kinds, and the Spirit Fish continuously exuded Spiritual Energy, dyeing the modestly sized basin into a hazy expanse of white.
Hearing her younger sister speak to her, she instinctively looked at Ye Ranxing, who had just walked over and stood beside her. "I... don't know. What does some festival have to do with a little angel like me? The Cultivation World does not distinguish between solar terms or the four seasons. What use is there in caring about so many things?"
Ye Ranxing planted her hands on her hips, smug and proud. "Of course it's the most important Children's Day. Mother just told me about it—it's a festival that belongs to us."
Ye Zhaoxuan rose to her feet and lightly tapped Ye Ranxing on the forehead.
Not too hard, not too soft.
"Why is there another festival? What kind of day is Children's Day? Is it some special festival in the lower realm?"
She muttered under her breath, "Who knows how long Mother will have to toil again, staying up late to make you gifts. I don't like festivals anyway."
Ye Ranxing replied, "Then go tell Mother yourself. I'm only her daughter—I'm thinking of Mother too. If Mother herself isn't willing, how can anyone else interfere?"
At that moment.
I happened to be passing through the Living Room and overheard my two daughters' conversation.
Hearing my footsteps, Ye Zhaoxuan paused slightly.
Then she ran over to me, took hold of my sleeve, and said nothing more.
Seeing how she was trying to act obedient, I reached out and held her slightly cool small hand. It was still the same temperature as last time.