Hearing Hao' er's words, Yun bixue felt touched. He was only seven years old, but he was already so sensible.
She couldn't help but look down at her daughter. She was sucking on her finger and smiling heartlessly, as if she didn't understand anything.
As if she could understand him, she raised her hands and babbled.
She then tilted her head and looked at Hao' er."Brother ... Hao ..."
When Hao' er heard this, his beautiful eyes flashed with the most touching light. They were like the sunlight on a mountain, bright and resplendent.
"Little sister,"Hao' er also spoke.
As he spoke, he reached out and gently removed Ling Yue's finger from her mouth. His movements were also very careful.
Yun bixue looked at the two of them. Why did she feel like she was a third wheel?
She looked at her daughter and was really envious! At such a young age, there was already someone who treated her so well. They were childhood sweethearts, so there was love.
