Yan Xi returned to the room and lay on the bed, beside her was the already soundly sleeping Xiao Yingyi.
She recalled in her mind the interactions between Xiao Yingyi and Yu Siting, feeling an inexplicable discomfort and sourness in her heart.
Gently, she stretched out her hand and moved a strand of Xiao Yingyi's fringe behind her ear, her gaze growing tender as she watched her sleeping face.
The next morning, Yan Xi noticed some movement beside her. She opened her eyes and saw Xiao Yingyi crawling towards the edge of the bed and sliding down.
Once her feet touched the floor, she crouched to put on her shoes and walked alone into the bathroom.
Yan Xi watched her obedient manner and felt a pang in her heart.
Her daughter was really too sensible.
She had never liked to cry or fuss since she was a child.
After she could walk independently, she became even more well-behaved.