"My daughter, my god, it is a doll of my daughter. And it is autographed."
"Yes, she signed it herself," he took another over and handed it to Ye Shuyun.
"This is for Aunt, help me pass it to her."
"Don't worry, count on me," Ye Shuyun almost slapped her chest in promise. However, the two dolls were different-one was in period clothing while the other was in modern clothes. She didn't want to give away any of them; she wanted to keep both.
"That's right," she turned her head and stared at her son. "Why haven't you left?"
Alright, Lu Yi understood. He wasn't needed anymore. He turned around and walked towards his room. Ye Shuyun was still holding the two dolls outside. She didn't know which one to choose.
Lu Yi went into his room and laid down. He closed his eyes when suddenly, he broke into a small smile. The coldness had disappeared and was replaced by warmth.
"There are the latest scripts. You might not be able to rest again."
