Yun Jiao didn't dare to move either.
Ruru perhaps witnessed Lady Wu's death when she was around one year old, leaving a shadow in her heart.
During the day she seemed fine, even more mischievous than Qi Er and You Er combined; only occasionally would she have nightmares at night.
When she was younger, she would often wake up from nightmares or cry, but now that she's older, it's been a long time since she had one.
After a long while, Yun Jiao finally placed Ruru on the bed and climbed into bed herself.
Yun Jiao was the first to get up in the morning.
The children woke up too but they didn't get up, instead playing around on the bed.
You Er suddenly said to Yun Jiao, "Mother, did Father climb into our bed last night?"
Yun Jiao's ears turned slightly red, "No, you were dreaming."
"Oh," You Er nodded and rolled over with Qi Er again.
Yun Jiao sat by the mirror combing her hair, slowly spoke to the children, "Qi Er is seven years old, Ruru is six, and You Er is also five."
