She hobbled in on her crutches, and a servant came over to take the bag from her hand. She bent down to get her shoes and change into them.
Before she was injured, the servants used to fetch her shoes proactively, and she would stand there, waiting.
But now, with limited mobility, she felt she had to do everything herself, because she lacked a sense of security.
She was afraid that one day, she might find herself alone with no one around, unable to even pour herself a cup of tea, waiting helplessly for death.
She changed her shoes and entered the living room, carrying the weight of exhaustion.
"Daddy's bad, Daddy's naughty."
Just as she stepped out of the entryway, Fenfen's voice came from the sofa, and Ji Mingyue's dull gaze suddenly brightened.
She looked up and saw the little girl sitting on Ji Chicheng's lap, her small hands peeling an orange, bit by bit, feeding it to Ji Anning.
Ji Chicheng had his mouth open, yet she wouldn't let him have any.
