The Qinghui Garden was brightly lit.
Mrs. Zhen sat on the couch in the East Wing, laughing and chatting with Huaili.
Du Yundi was dragged away by Du Yunlan to set off firecrackers, leaving Du Yunluo beside Mrs. Zhen, drowsy and sleepy.
Seeing her eyelids drooping, Mrs. Zhen said, "Nannan, sleep on your mother's lap for a while."
Unable to hold it any longer, Du Yunluo didn't force herself, tilted her head, and fell asleep, hugging Mrs. Zhen's waist.
Mrs. Zhen patted her back while smoothing her long hair behind her ear, and whispered to Huaili, "She's neither young nor grown up, her personality is inexplicable. Clingy, really clingy, yet with a sharp tongue that makes one want to spank her."
Du Yunluo was in a daze, vaguely hearing Huaili laugh. He seemed to move his body to block the oil lamp on the table, whispering something in Mrs. Zhen's ear, and Mrs. Zhen's hand that was patting her back straightforwardly greeted Huaili's direction.
