"But, but...."
Little Peach was at a loss for words, her adorably dumb little head unable to process everything and figure out how to refute him.
"There's no need for 'but.' Trust that uncle is right."
Facing the innocent and bewildered Little Peach, Lin Jinyang took a rare dark turn and manipulated her.
There was no other way, for that person's identity couldn't be explained in a short time.
Even if he did tell her about the past life connections, Little Shui'er might not be able to understand it.
His words did the trick, and Little Shui'er's attention was diverted again: "Uncle, why is Mother always sleeping and not playing with Little Shui'er?"
"Your mother is not sleeping; she's meditating and understanding the mysteries of heaven and earth."
Lin Jinyang grinned, teasing her playfully: "Maybe one day, you'll have new siblings."
"Really?"
