A Little Knot in the Heart

Once Little Ying started crying, she cried for a whole night. And she didn't cry loudly like ordinary kids. It was so soft that one couldn't even hear the crying. Only a few drops of tears dropped out of her eyes from time to time, wetting the little pillow on the bed. Her sadness was completely unconscious, with an immensely grievous calling of "sister" from time to time, making one's heart break.

"Maybe, we should open up the passage and let Senior Shen over!" Yi Qing suggested with a deep voice. Perhaps because Little Ying behaved so well and obedient these few days, and their previous impression of her, Yi Qing and Lonemoon almost forgot that she was only three now, the age most in need of family companionship. However well they were to her and however carefully they tended to her, they couldn't compare to the part that Shen Jing had in her heart.