In the morning Tang Xiao woke up with a dazed look on her face.
The little girl looked at the empty spot beside her before she rolled around the bed and finally stared at the ceiling above her.
Tang Xiao blinked a few times, wondering if everything she had experienced was a dream.
It felt as if her father had come over last night and they had spent a lot of time together. She showed him around the house and her father told her a lot of things, right?
Was that real or a dream?
If it was real, then, how did she get into bed? She remembered sitting on his father's lap as she listened to him telling her some stories.
Then, where was her father?
Did he leave?
Was it because of her sleeping posture?
Xiao Xiao remembered that her elder brother often complained about her sleeping posture.
Maybe her father got scared of her sleeping posture and left earlier.
"Xiao Xiao?"
