Yan Shiba appeared at the entrance of Yuanming Pavilion during sunset, her faint smile reflecting the glow of the waning sky. Her naturally round face with delicate features looked especially gentle.
Upon seeing her, Ji Xiaoshu immediately dropped the building blocks in his hands and ran over, "Auntie Yan! How's Mo Yan? Is he dead?"
Yan Shiba playfully rubbed Ji Xiaoshu's head and said with a bright smile, "Of course he's still alive. I know how to control my strength, but I did make him experience living worse than dying. Oh, wait, not just once, several times—countless times, actually. I also found a separate place to clean him up before bringing him back, so that our house wouldn't get too dirty."
Zhengzheng nodded, "In that case, we don't have to worry about him dying from an infected wound too soon. Xiaoshu and I will check on his injuries again tomorrow."
"Where are your Master and Mistress? Upstairs?" Yan Shiba asked.