The next day.
It was already well past midmorning.
Yangyang lay sprawled in Ye Qingxian's arms, quiet as a tiny kitten.
A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the darkness outside the window.
Ah, she was done for.
Mother Ye Qingxian hadn't woken her up—they had missed the time to pick mushrooms.
Then, she felt a little sad again.
A whole day had already passed, yet Mother still had not come looking for her.
Had Mother forgotten Yangyang already?
She... missed Mother.
"Awake?" Ye Qingxian normally had no need to sleep; she had only done so to keep her daughter company. Seeing that Yangyang had slept her fill, she did not close her eyes again.
The moment Yangyang saw Ye Qingxian awake, she immediately pounced on her in grievance. "Wuwuwu, does Mother not want me anymore?"
"I haven't even grown up yet. How could she release me into the wild ahead of time?"
What kind of vocabulary was that? Could it even be used on a human being? Ye Qingxian froze.
She could see Ye Xiaoyao caring for Qing Ye, and for some reason, she did not know how to explain it to little Yangyang.
Was she supposed to say that her mother was personally tending to the badly injured Qing Ye?
"It's not... that she doesn't want you."
"It's just that she has things of her own to do."
After coaxing her daughter for a while, Ye Qingxian finally made Yangyang miss her mother a little less.
Ye Qingxian sighed inwardly.
What even was this mess?
It would have been one thing if she did not know everything. But because she could sense both sides, she could not help matching things up. Wasn't this the plot where the white moonlight steamrolled the original wife and