At least in Lin Yile's heart, there was a flickering flame of hope, rather than a stagnant pool of lifelessness, merely wasting away, merely withering.
"Lele, it's such a shame you weren't here just now, you know? Da Bai rolled over, and Xiao Bai was a bit slower," Jia kept telling Lin Yile about Da Bai and Xiao Bai, obviously feeling very proud of herself.
How could she not be proud?
After all, she had played with the two kids all night long, and had certainly taken advantage of them.
By the time Lin Yile got back, the two-year-old little bundles of joy were already fast asleep. It was their regular nap time, and they couldn't be woken up, even if you tried. If you forcibly woke them up, it would just provoke the two little ancestors, and they would end up crying their little throats hoarse. So nobody would ever disturb their sleep, letting them wake up naturally was best.