"Ziyan, dear, you cannot play with water."
Xie Ying hugged her daughter, pulling her delicate little hands back gently and comforting her, "Rain is cold, you'll get sick if you catch a chill."
"Rain is not cold."
The little girl was playing happily, twisting her body and still wanting to catch more rainwater.
"Ziyan."
Xie Ying sighed with a helpless smile, not wanting to scold her daughter, she could only hold her hand and prevent her from touching the rainwater.
"Mother."
The little girl pouted unhappily, trying to struggle free.
"Hahaha, who made our little Ziyan unhappy? Her mouth is almost pouting to the sky."
Aiming with his bow and arrow, a strong figure dashed out of the forest at this moment, reaching the yard in a few steps.
His voice arrived before he did, and his hearty laughter lifted everyone's spirits.
"Father, you're back."
Xie Ying was delighted and stepped out of the doorway to greet him outside.
"Father."