Chi Zaozao carried in the stew she had prepared, made sure her daughter ate it, and then reminded her to go to sleep.
After the couple left the room, Chi Zaozao couldn't shake the feeling that there was an inexplicable smile on Ye Que's face.
She asked him, "What are you up to? You look so sneaky."
Ye Que turned back to look at her, furrowed his brows, and couldn't help reaching out to pinch Chi Zaozao's little face.
"What's sneaky about it? I just think Tianian has grown up."
"..." Chi Zaozao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. What does he mean Tianian has grown up?
A five-year-old child, how grown could she be?
Ye Que strode ahead, speaking as he walked, "That scarf, it was used by a little boy to bandage her wound. They met the little boy again in the evening, and she intended to return the scarf, but it fell into the river, so she went down to retrieve it."
Little Lantian didn't tell her dad that the scarf was actually thrown into the river by the little boy himself.
