Chapter 1147: Xiao'ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

When Axian saw Long Aixi walking away, he immediately stuck his little bottom out and ran to follow her, with Xia Dabao quickly trailing behind as well. It wasn't that she adored Long Aixi like Axian, but rather she was worried that Long Aixi wouldn't recognize what was depicted in the paintings.

Long Aixi had initially thought that these paintings were merely something Nan Feng had bought at the market or some places where they wrote about painting, but upon closer examination, he realized the paintings were all of their family.

The one hanging in front of him featured a girl over three years old sitting on the ground, wearing a little dress and a skyward-pointing braid, with her hand clutching some peanuts to nibble on.

"Dabao, is this you when you were little?" Long Aixi turned around and asked Xia Dabao.

"Yes, this is me. All the paintings in this room were done by my dad," Xia Dabao said, feeling particularly proud when she mentioned her father.