It had been many years since Ding Ding had been treated so unceremoniously.
"Look at the time! Get out of bed!"
The covers were pulled off, followed by bright daylight from beyond the curtains. Ding Ding instinctively buried his face in his pillow, then suddenly realized something was wrong.
Very wrong!
He and Little Bai were the only two people in the house. Where had a woman come from, daring to enter his room and open his curtains?
By the time Ding Ding sprang out of bed, the woman had already left. He caught only a glimpse of her clothes before she vanished from sight.
"Mom! Little Bai wants wonton wrappers!"
In the kitchen, Bai Congming had his head inside the refrigerator, rummaging around for that morning's breakfast.
"Then take the meat out too. I'll wrap them in a bit."
"No." Bai Congming shook his head. "Little Bai eats wrappers, not meat!"
"I eat meat!"
At her words, Bai Congming pouted. When he saw Ding Ding emerge from the bedroom, he immediately ran over to complain.
"Mom won't let Little Bai eat!"
"...Mom?"
Watching the figure in the kitchen, Ding Ding wondered whether the mushrooms he had eaten last night had been undercooked.
"What do you mean, I won't let you eat?" Bai Fang charged out. "Getting bold, aren't you? Making false accusations now!?"
Grinning, Bai Congming hid behind Ding Ding. "Help! Brother Ding, help!"
"Get over here! As if he'd dare hit me!"
Amid the chaos, Ding Ding was caught between the two of them, his head throbbing.
The woman before him was simply too familiar. He and Bai Congming had visited the cemetery just two days ago. A cold photograph had become a living, breathing person. Anyone would have struggled to accept it.
Only when Bai Fang's palm