Even after the door closed behind her, the little dumpling kept staring at the doorway for a while, as if she was still waiting for her to come back through it. She stroked the cat toy in her hand and murmured softly to it, "Mimi, Auntie is so nice. I like Auntie a little. Do you think Auntie can be my mommy?"
The little dumpling did not dare tell her mother or grandmother, and she also did not dare tell Bai Li. She was afraid that if Bai Li knew, she would not like her anymore and would stop playing with her. So she only talked to the cat toy in her arms. Children were often like that. They had little feelings that were pure and direct, but they also knew when to hide them because they were afraid of losing something they liked.
Yan Cijin came out to get a bowl and happened to hear the little girl's quiet mumbling. She paused for half a second, then smiled a little and asked, "LiLi, what are you saying?"
