Tao Ti was held in Liu Mingzhu's arms, able to smell the faint scent of flowers on her, which was very pleasant. She gently closed her eyes, listening to Liu Mingzhu's tender voice.
Liu Mingzhu was telling the fairy tale of The Ugly Duckling.
"One by one, the eggs cracked open… Only one egg still lay there, motionless..."
Little Taotie opened her eyes, curiosity surging, and tilted her head to ask, "Did the duckling suffocate inside the egg?"
Liu Mingzhu gently stroked her little face, shook her head, and continued in a soft, slow tone, "The last one to crawl out of the eggshell was the Ugly Duckling, big and ugly, pecked at and ostracized everywhere, laughed at, not just among ducks, but even among chickens..."
Little Taotie covered her little heart, feeling distressed, and her little face wrinkled.
She remembered being unloved by her parents and disliked by everyone in the village...
She felt just like the poor Ugly Duckling.
