Back then, she herself was a child no one wanted.
She knew all too well that feeling of helplessness.
Little Baba pinched its fingers, "Master, I've discovered your conscience value is really high."
"Have you ever heard of a certain idiom?" Mu Qingli raised her eyebrows slightly.
"What idiom?"
"Beauty with a kind heart," Mu Qingli said in a light tone, "haven't you noticed that I'm the very embodiment of beauty with a kind heart?"
Little Baba: [...] Today is yet another day of the host's self-admiration.
Yet, it couldn't think of any words to refute her.
After preparing the bathwater, Mu Qingli came to the bedside and found that An'an was still sitting on the bed in the same position, motionless.
"An'an, would you like to take a bath with sister?"
"An'an?"
Just as Mu Qingli thought An'an would not respond to her, An'an suddenly extended her little hand into hers, looking at Mu Qingli cautiously.