"Ah... let me go, let me go..."
Every evening, such manic screams always echo from the third floor.
Niannian is almost one year old now, and she can pick her clothes by herself. The little girl seems to particularly love white, and every time Mommy dresses her in a white princess dress, she laughs joyfully, mumbling something incomprehensible.
At this moment, Niannian is wearing a little princess dress, tapping a tambourine, and making sounds in sync with its rhythm.
The screams from upstairs startled her, causing the tambourine to fall to the floor with a thud, and she looked up blankly at the ceiling.
Tang Qingxue quickly picked her up and kissed her soft little cheeks, "Babe, Mommy will take you upstairs to play, okay?"
Tang Qingxue carried the frightened Niannian back to the bedroom, then firmly shut the door and closed the window, isolating the noise outside.
