My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

My backpack was stuffed full.

Several packs of Oreo cookies, two cartons of strawberry milk, a large bag of toast, and a banana.

The bananas were placed on top, probably to prevent them from being crushed.

Besides these, there are milk chocolates, milk candies wrapped in gold foil with white wrappers twisted into bow shapes, colorful fruit candies, and animal-shaped cookies, etc.

These things were crammed into my backpack, filling every available gap.

These are all Xiaodouzi's favorite snacks, which she usually saves for last. But now she stuffed them all into her schoolbag.

Outside the window, the winter afternoon sky was gloomy. The snow had lessened at some point and was falling more slowly, but the clouds were low, as if it could snow heavily again at any moment.

The shadows of the plum trees in the courtyard fell obliquely on the snow. When the wind blew, the shadows swayed, and the varying outlines gently rippled on the soft white snow.

The underfloor heating inside was burning brightly, filling the air with a warm, cozy feeling, a stark contrast to the gray, desolate landscape outside the window—it felt like two different worlds.

Lin Ye looked at the colorful snack packages in her schoolbag and chuckled, but the smile only lingered on his lips; the emotion welling up in his eyes was extremely tender.

In Xiaodouzi's mind, she didn't know how food and water should be distributed, nor did she know that a backpack full of snacks was just a drop in the bucket for the disaster victims of Da Yan.

All she knew was that her godfather said those people had run out of food, and she knew what it felt like to be hungry, so she packed all her favorite foods into her schoolbag, leaving none for herself...

The warm yellow light from the floor lamp enveloped the top of her head, turning her wispy hair a soft, golden hue.

A lot of snow had fallen from the branches in the courtyard, revealing the dark brown bark and red and yellow plum blossoms underneath.

The flower branches were damp, glistening slightly in the gray sky. Occasionally, a small clump of snow would slide down from a crevic in the branch and fall silently into the soft white carpet on the ground.

The warm light from the floor lamp cast the shadows of the two people onto the wooden floor, one large and one small, with the larger shadow enclosing the smaller one, swaying slightly on the brown wood grain.

The branches of the plum tree swayed gently outside the window, their shadows sweeping across the glass, as if waving to them from afar.

A few plum blossoms were ripped from the branches by the wind, swirling as they landed on the windowsill. The petals trembled slightly in the wind before settling down.

Lin Ye patted her head and praised her generously.

"Food is indeed a very important point, and Little Pocket's idea is very good, but..."

He changed the subject, lowered his voice slightly, and continued gently, "You can save the little snacks for now. Your godfather has already had plenty of food prepared, enough for everyone."

"Oh, I see." Little Douzi nodded, looked down at her backpack full of bread, biscuits, and milk, and a moment of embarrassment flashed across her face.

My preparations were indeed too little; how many people could a few packs of biscuits and a few cartons of milk possibly be distributed among?

But she quickly came to terms with it. Her godfather said she had thought things through well, which meant she was on the right track.

Xiao Douzi's lips curled up. The disappointment of not having the prepared food requisitioned seemed to be encouraged, and she became even more energetic.

She looked up again, her eyes sparkling, and said in a slightly louder voice, "There's more!"

"The flood damaged the houses, and the people had nowhere to live, so they got soaked in the rain..." She frowned again as she said this.

Images seemed to float into my mind: the broken walls submerged in water, and people huddled together, shivering.

"So we need to build houses for them, and also provide them with blankets and clothes."

The sky outside the window grew increasingly dark, as if another blizzard was brewing. In the distance, the faint, muffled sound of the wind whistling through the eaves could be heard.

Lin Ye was taken aback. He had only mentioned that the people's food and houses had been ruined by the flood, but Xiao Douzi immediately realized that this was the key point and tried to solve the problem.

Clothing, food, and shelter are the foundation of people's survival.

But then he suddenly realized that these things were probably also related to Xiao Douzi's own experiences.

On those cold, rainy, and snowy days, she could only shiver in the cold palace wearing only thin clothes.

So she knows what it feels like to be cold, and how unbearable it is to be without warm clothes and blankets.

Xiao Douzi projected this feeling onto the people whose homes were washed away by the flood.

The marks that suffering leaves on children can sometimes become a special kind of sensitivity.

Lin Ye felt a pang of pain in his heart, but still smiled and affirmed her words: "Yes, that's right, that's how it is."

When Xiao Douzi saw Lin Ye smile, the anxiety on her face completely disappeared.

The previous caution and the tension of "whether my godfather will think I'm wrong" disappeared completely, like a thin mist being dispersed by the sunlight.

The corners of her mouth curved up, her eyes lowered slightly, and two shallow dimples appeared around her mouth. She relaxed completely and began to continue speaking.

"Little Douzi remembers that her godfather once said that when you're sick, you should drink more hot water and take medicine."

As she spoke, she took things out of her bag: children's acetaminophen and chlorpheniramine granules, fever-reducing patches, cough syrup, and so on.

These are the medicines we always keep at home. Lin Ye gave Xiao Douzi some when she had a cold last time, and she remembered where to put them. This time, she stuffed them all into her schoolbag.

"Many people will get sick from the rain; they'll get fevers, coughs, and feel terrible. So we need to bring them hot water and medicine."

When she said "feeling terrible," her voice lowered slightly, as if recalling how she felt during her last cold—

My nose is blocked, so I can only breathe through my mouth. My throat is dry and sore, and when I cough, my chest makes a buzzing sound.

After finishing her speech, she hugged the medicine to her chest, her small arms encircling the medicine boxes and bottles. She looked up at Lin Ye for confirmation, her eyes shining like two stars, filled with expectation and a hint of nervousness.

"Is that right?"

"Yes!" Lin Ye put the medicine he had taken out back into her schoolbag one by one, then cupped her face in one hand and gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb, his voice filled with undisguised praise and pride.

"Little Douzi is so great!"

He paused, then continued earnestly, "Every single thing Little Douzi thought of was extremely important: food, shelter, clothing, medicine. Our Little Douzi is truly amazing!"

Xiao Douzi blushed from the praise, but unlike usual when she was praised, she didn't shyly twist and turn or bury her face in Lin Ye's neck.

Instead, she listened intently, her eyes glued to Lin Ye's face, not missing a single word he said.

She had to remember every word her godfather said, because these were things she needed to learn.