Su Xingwan tucked them in, and the three little ones still looked at her with their shiny eyes.
"I've already told two stories, now it's time to sleep."
"...Auntie." They kept looking at her.
When the little ones were being a handful, they were really being a handful.
Su Xingwan suddenly thought of something, then she smiled slightly and said, "You still want to hear a story, right?"
"Yes!" they said in unison.
Su Xingwan continued to sit down.
"Auntie happens to have a story that I heard when I was little."
The eyes of the three little ones immediately lit up.
Then Su Xingwan began to tell the story: "Once upon a time, there was a temple. Inside the temple were an old monk and a young monk. One day, the old monk was telling a story to the young monk..."
The three little ones listened intently, not taking their eyes off Auntie as she continued the story.
