By the time Shiling's Mom got home from her night shift, it was almost one in the morning.
After changing her shoes and entering the house, she naturally went to her daughter's room first. There, she found Liu Shiling fast asleep, sprawled across her open textbooks.
Walking over to the desk, she saw the first-grade language textbook under her daughter's chubby face. A sense of pride and self-satisfaction welled up in her heart.
She had initially doubted whether her daughter's enthusiasm for learning would be just a fleeting interest. After all, narratives and tidbits of trivia were far more colorful than the systematized content of textbooks.
But recently, she observed that Liu Shiling genuinely took great interest in studying. She had already read half of the first-grade language textbook; she recognized many characters and could even write them down from memory.
