"Grandmaster's wife?"
"Grandmaster's wife?"
At Little Yan'er's way of addressing her as Grandmaster's wife, Lin Shisan nearly fell off the bed again.
For some reason, whenever he heard the words "Grandmaster's wife," goosebumps rose all over him like a conditioned reflex.
"Yan'er..."
"Grandmaster's wife... Grandmaster... boo-hoo..."
Just as she had when she saw Lin Shisan.
Little Yan'er ran over on her short little legs and, out of habit, hung herself around Gu Mengli's neck.
Her eyes reddened, and the two tears that had not fallen finally spilled over. She burst into a flood of tears.
"She's nothing like me. I don't cry."
The little sprite danced gracefully above Lin Shisan's forehead.
Her voice rang beside his ear again, and she even flew over specifically to take another look.
In the end, she reached a conclusion: Little Yan'er was nothing like her.
"Who says you two aren't alike?"
Gu Mengli stretched out her right hand, seemingly stroking Little Yan'er's head, but her fingertips actually shifted slightly, trying to touch the little sprite.
"Look how alike you two are. Your eyes, your noses, your ears, your mouths-they're all exactly the same. You might even be sisters."
"Whoosh..."
As though by conditioned reflex, the little sprite darted back to hover above Lin Shisan's forehead.
"She says we look alike? Our eyes, noses, ears, and mouths all look alike? Really? Could we actually be sisters?"
Lin Shisan swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Seeing the anticipation and longing in her earnest expression, he could only give a vague smile.
The delighted little sprite immediately drifted down like a falling leaf.
She spun as she flew toward Little Yan'er, though she kept her distance throughout.
It was not Little Yan'er she was avoiding, but Gu Mengli beside her.
A beat slow to