Song Ci had someone put thick soft cushions on the Arhat bed, placing the two little kids on top to play. They held a small rattle drum and a finely crafted cloth doll, shaking them.
This family in ancient times raised their children with great care. They dressed exquisitely, and their little round faces were as pretty and plump as two New Year painting dolls, making them incredibly endearing.
When Song Ruqian walked in, she saw her grandmother half-lying down, letting her daughter tug at the band on her forehead, and hurriedly called, "Little ancestor!"
"Grandmother, you shouldn't let her do that. She's quite strong, be careful not to let her hurt you."
Song Ci chuckled and said, "Don't fool me; how strong can a one-year-old toddler be?"
Song Ruqian replied, "Don't underestimate her—she's strong. When I take care of her, I don't dare wear jewelry, afraid she'll grab it."
