Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

If mother were here...

She didn't know what she thought of, so she sniffed softly, feeling stuffy.

She usually has a cheerful and lively personality, but in fact - she is always a little sensitive in her heart.

She matured too early, was too sensible, and was too good at reading people's eyes. She was disappointed in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.

Feeling that she must be sensible and not let adults worry about her anymore, she always feels depressed and buries her little grievances in her heart.

You have to be a good, sensible and obedient child, so that you can be loved by your father and earn your uncle's heartache...

She knew this at a young age, but she couldn't express her inner emotions to anyone - she could only talk to a little green seedling that couldn't speak.

Keep talking and talking, talking endlessly.

She could say many, many things to it, including the anguish and troubles in her heart, everything, without reservation, even before she realized what she was doing.

Complaining to a green seedling, this scene is strange, but inexplicably harmonious.

As she talked, she said she was tired and yawned.

She was a little sleepy and wanted to sleep. It was time to leave, but she never moved.

Relying on the faint nameless fragrance in the air, like a little kitten seeking warmth, it stayed on one side and never left.

Finding a comfortable position, her big watery eyes stared quietly at the flower seedlings close at hand - the branches and leaves were soft, the fragrance was light, and it smelled very good, reassuring and likeable.

She looked at it for a long time, smelling the faint fragrance. In a daze, she felt as if she was being held by someone.

The fragrant and soft person was hugging her, and one hand gently and lovingly stroked her little head.

His movements were cautious, but his voice was gentle, clear, and sweet:

"Whose child is this? How could a beautiful little girl be so beautiful and lovable?" His tone seemed to be joking, deliberately teasing her, and his laughter was soft, with a loving yet mischievous tone.

He is a gentle person, but also extremely naughty.

The warm fragrance on her body is quiet, strong and too realistic.

The little man, who had never seen his mother before, felt the embrace that was so lifelike that it made his heart tremble, and made his whole body feel weak. He stared blankly at the hazy and illusory figure, feeling a little confused.

His little head, which was usually very bright, could no longer turn at this moment.

Stupidly, he looked at the beautiful figure in red and asked, "Are you..."

The beautiful person holding her did not answer, but only touched her little face gently and lovingly.

His eyes fell on her little face, quietly, as if he was studying her, bit by bit, very carefully.

Her gaze became gentler and gentler, and she was smiling - even if Yun Jinnian couldn't see her face clearly, she could feel that she was smiling.

He pursed his lips and smiled, speaking softly: "In the blink of an eye, it's already so big..."

A slight sigh.

Yun Jinnian's eyes trembled, she stood blankly, and subconsciously replied: "No... I'm still young..."

The blurry figure in front of her stretched out her hand, and gently touched her clean and beautiful purple pupils with her fingertips. She touched it lightly, smiled slightly, and hummed without retorting: "It's true that she is still young..."

"Nian Nian... is this the name your father gave you?"

She asked, and dots of red light were like fireflies, surrounding her side, dancing with her movements, and the fragrance in the air gradually became richer. (End of chapter)