Little Fatty stubbornly stood before Dongfang Minghui, holding Little Sprout, utterly resolute. Whenever Dongfang Minghui took a step, she moved with her.
Dongfang Minghui gave her a helpless look. She recalled wanting to check Little Sprout's condition that day, only for Little Fatty to run off with Little Sprout in her arms like an animal guarding its food. Now that Little Sprout still had not awakened, she had come to Dongfang Minghui of her own accord.
What a pitiful nursemaid she was, remembered only when she was useful.
"Didn't Chu Lingge say that Little Sprout was accidentally injured by the Radiant Sword's sword qi and would probably recover in a few days?" Dongfang Minghui repeated what he had said that day, though she actually had no idea what sword qi was.
After saying that, she went around Little Fatty, intending to check on Senior Sister Bai Rou.
Clearly, however, the same explanation could not convince Little Fatty twice. She shifted her feet and blocked Dongfang Minghui again.
Dongfang Minghui's teeth ached. Once Little Fatty dug her heels in, even nine oxen could not drag her back. Moreover, she had the patience to wear you down. Dongfang Minghui truly could not match her endurance. "How about putting Little Sprout back in my courtyard?"
Little Fatty's eyes suddenly lit up.
Dongfang Minghui shook her head helplessly, feeling as though she owed these little ones a debt in this life. It was one thing to worry about them when they were young, but now that they could stand on their own, they still made her worry. She opened another flower bed and buried the little black obsidian soil left from before in a small patch in one corner. Resigned to her fate, she loosened the soil until she felt it was ready, then