This evening, Qiao Xiaren came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.
Outside, a light rain was falling, bringing a chill, but the heater was on inside, making it much warmer.
The two children had just finished drinking milk and were not crying in the cradle. They were curiously observing everything around them, looking very engrossed.
Little Ruoyuan lay there quietly, happily playing alone with a pacifier in his mouth. Little Ruoran wasn't that well-behaved, humming in the cradle and making quite a loud noise.
Qiao Xiaren crouched down and sat directly on the carpet on the floor, reaching out to tease Little Ruoran. It seemed that her mother finally paid attention to her, finding a playmate. She moved her hands and feet in the cradle, letting out a giggle.
"Yah-wee..."
Little Ruoyuan, for some reason, seemed unhappy. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.
