A few days later, at Baihua Manor.
Unlike the tearful Xiao Ping'an, Xiaozhao often giggled, frequently tapping the ground with her little cane under the eaves, listening to the crisp sound, and looking at her walking form with her crow-like eyes.
If a person always observed themselves from a third-person perspective, what kind of emotion would they feel?
If it's an adult, they might feel like they're playing a game.
It's a nicer way to put it...
In a less flattering way, it would be... indifferent.
But if it's... a child who has never viewed the world from a first-person perspective and then discovers that everyone around her, apart from her father, is different from her, it's no longer just a game.
Specifically what it is, no one has experienced, so... no one knows.
The snow had cleared, and the sky was bright.
Xiaozhao, dressed in pink, lovely and delightful, at just over a year old, could walk by herself and rarely cried, which made the proprietress incredibly envious.
