The sun was setting.
A week after she was discharged from the hospital, Yun Shishi sat under the setting sun with Yueyao in her arms, lazily watching the skies turn dark.
Youyou and Little Yichen were by the side, surrounding their little sister. Youyou was in charge of telling fairy tales while Little Yichen was making funny faces at the bundled up baby.
She laughed to herself. She did not know if this Youyou, or his younger sister, for that matter, could understand the stories he told her. She only saw the wide-eyed baby curiously looking at Youyou's mouth opening and closing. From time to time, he would let out a clear and melodious laugh that was as pleasant as a silver bell!
"Mommy, little sister is laughing! Could it be that she understands my story?" Youyou became excited.
Little Yichen said, "Little sister is too young to understand! She must think that you look funny, so she laughed!"