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編輯: Millman97
At eighteen months old, Little Sesame had already started to mumble her words. Even though her pronunciation was lacking, it was enough to communicate what she was thinking. Little Sesame was a particularly precocious child and would learn from the things that she saw.
One day, when Song Qingchun was making a bottle of milk for Little Sesame, she was accidentally scalded by the hot water. All she did was gasp a little audibly, but Su Zhinian, who was working in his study, managed to pick it up with his super-hearing. He rushed down the stairs immediately, and when he saw the red welt on Song Qingchun's hand, he grabbed her hand to soak it under the running cold water. "Why you didn't call for my help?"
It was rather hot when it happened, but it didn't warrant Su Zhinian's type of overreaction. Song Qingchun smiled and said, "It's fine. It's just an accident."