Yan Sihan had watched the little girl grow up, from crawling all over the floor to learning how to walk.
From the age of two, for some reason, the little girl became more and more attached to him. When he was reading, she wanted him to hold her while she slept almost all the time. When she woke up, she would babble and want him to play with her.
In a blink of an eye, five years had passed at the Chen family; the girl had transformed from just learning how to walk to a gluttonous, mischievous, and quirky little crybaby. She spent all day thinking about food and sleep, crying whenever she was upset, and occasionally being well-behaved enough to nestle in his arms and watch him practice his writing.
When he practiced martial arts with his master, the little girl would sit nearby eating pastries, enjoying her leisurely days.
