"Definitely not."
"Maybe he'll outgrow it. Besides, we have such good family upbringing; we won't spoil Little Watermelon." Yu Ling reassured herself.
Thinking about it, Jian Xi felt less worried.
With Little Pumpkin so enthusiastic about his sister, they couldn't exactly say he was in the wrong, could they?
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Days passed peacefully, like the scenery outside: spring blossoming.
After the Lantern Festival, school was about to start soon. Jian Xi prepared everything Little Pumpkin needed for school and found Little Pumpkin's baby clothes, washed and sanitized them, getting ready for Little Watermelon's birth.
She shed her sharp edges, resembling the most ordinary little housewife. In her free time, she went to the studio to paint.
Cheng Ling occasionally visited, seeing her new work, praised her for the warm tones, with every stroke radiating happiness.
