"Speaking of my Godmother," Xiaoling murmured, "She is a little strange these days…"
Weisheng raised his eyes slightly, observing her expression. He wondered if she figured something out.
"I've noticed her looking your way often," Xiaoling said, "Did you do something?"
Weisheng couldn't help but smile. He was glad she hadn't figured anything out. He simply shook his head with a constant unconditional smile.
"What's with the smile?" Xiaoling asked with suspicion.
"N-Nothing," Weisheng cleared his throat and looked up at the sky, "The moon is out already…"
"Uh huh?" Xiaoling's resting face looked frightening for some reason, "Just a moment ago, you mentioned you were sick of being in bed. Now that I'm questioning you, it's time for bed, huh?"
Weisheng chuckled and shook his head, "Why do you think I'm always plotting something?"
