Inside the room.
Qing Ye was still pondering what that notebook from earlier meant.
She had no habit of eavesdropping, as that touched upon the most fundamental values of an immortal.
Therefore, she naturally had no idea what the conversation had been about.
Watching Little Yangyang carefully put the notebook back, then neatly arrange the other notebooks, each of different thicknesses, Qing Ye grew increasingly curious.
Why did she feel that this was Junior Sister's diary?
Anyone Junior Sister had recorded at such length must surely have held a fairly high place in Junior Sister's heart.
Qing Ye sighed, while taking the opportunity to put herself down as well...
At least it had to be higher than the likes of some Qing Ye, right?
Thinking of this, Qing Ye revealed a gratified smile. On the bed, she slowly brought her hands together and peacefully closed her eyes.
With an entire day off, I spent the whole day busy.
My daughter and Qing Ye got along harmoniously. Whenever I saw them together, I would reveal a satisfied smile.
Night fell.
Qing Ye could now barely get up.
I helped her to the bench in the courtyard and sat down beside her. To my right stood a ginkgo tree, with a swing fixed beneath it.
The wind in the courtyard was not weak. Beneath the ginkgo tree, the leaves rustled.
I turned my face toward Qing Ye and smiled sweetly. "Ever since I was little, I've liked coming to the courtyard to feel the breeze after meals. Though I can't see many stars, I still like it."
"Because it's very quiet at night—quiet enough that no one comes to disturb me, and no annoying people suddenly pop out."
I paused for a second, met Qing Ye's gaze, and moved a little closer