At Noon, the strand of hair in Song Ciwan's hand grew slightly warm.
She extended her Spiritual Sense and once again opened the Eye of Cyan Nether, looking at Little Yao Family from afar.
She saw Little Yao Family send Dai Family away, then pretend to glance around casually. Once she was certain no one else was in the room, she walked over to the cradle where Little Girl lay.
It was Little Girl's hundred-day celebration; she was just an infant, a little over three months old.
Her mother had just finished nursing her, and she was now sleeping soundly in her cradle.
Little Yao Family stood by the cradle, staring at Little Girl for a moment with a complex expression. Then, she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Little Girl, don't blame your aunty. If you must blame someone, blame your own good fortune. Why is it that we're both girls, yet you're born a treasure of the family, while I'm treated as less than nothing?"
