During breakfast, the family noticed that Lin Wanwan's swollen eyes had not yet healed, and they were very concerned.
Little Qingyu looked up and asked Lin Wanwan, "Mother, what happened to you?"
Lin Wanwan rubbed her little head and said, "Mother got snow blown into her eyes from outside."
"Ah, then why doesn't the baby get snow blown into her eyes?" The little one had reached the age where conversations often dwindled.
"Because you are amazing, you are the best!"
Today, all the servants in the Lin Mansion were very cautious because Le'an Village Lady was in a bad mood.
Even Xiao Yixun had become much more well-behaved, and the animal army of little Qingyu sensibly stayed quiet and curled up silently.
In the Warm Pavilion, Lin Wanwan was accompanying little Qingyu in writing calligraphy, copying a script written by Xiao Chong.
