Su Qingluo, fearing it may cause trouble, strictly forbade it from going out.
Huya flattens itself obediently in front of the bed, raising its eyelids to glance at the Little Prince.
Seeing him still unable to sleep, restless and emitting deep growls from his throat.
"Xuan'er, what's wrong again? If you don't sleep well, Huya will be affected too."
Su Qingluo felt helpless at the incessant concerns of the little child, massaging her temple with an exhausted face.
"Sister, is Brother Lan like you, not an ordinary person? You both can use magic spells, and I can't."
Little Prince, unable to keep the secret, sits upright on the bed, looking up with a face full of grievance.
Alas, it doesn't bode well that the Little Prince is too clever for his own good.
Explaining was too strenuous.
Su Qingluo breathed a deep sigh, her intelligent brain working rapidly, contemplating an appropriate explanation to dissipate the Little Prince's discontent.
"Sister."