Yan Jiuchao had to admit that he was not a qualified chatterbox. It's not that he didn't know that he was quiet. Yu Wan actually didn't say much, but when they were together, she always found something to talk about.
Now she couldn't say it. So it was his turn.
Yan Jiuchao picked a flower and placed it on her head. Her quiet and beautiful sleeping appearance instantly had a trace of liveliness.
"What's it like over there? Do you have such beautiful flowers?" Yan Jiuchao lowered his head and kissed her temples. "Did you go back? Remember to come back when you're done playing."
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"Wahhh—"
Winter passed and spring came. In the blink of an eye, it had been six months for Yan Xiaosi. It was said that children would sit in seven months, and crawl in eight months. Other children would only start crawling in seven or eight months, but she could crawl all over the ground now.
