Lin Zhiyi didn't know how things turned out like this. She felt like crying when she saw her expressionless little niece and her dog-gnawed hair...
No, it's not a long time. Just yesterday, when looking at the little girl like this, she shed inexplicable and untimely tears that hadn't appeared in a long time.
How can a person who is afraid of losing give himself to another person? The answer starts with holding the little girl's hand.
Chang Zhiyi is drawing her new picture book, which is a short story about three lone wolves.
This would have been a pleasant day for her to work hard, if there wasn't a child at hand who came over every three minutes to brush up on her presence.
After the glasses she was about to wear were taken away, she still complied with the little girl's wish and stopped what she was doing.
"Yue Xi, an eldest sister is like a mother. Please respect her." She pinched the little girl's face and shook the glasses she wore secretly.
The little girl lowered her chin, raised her eyes to look at the man, and said with the air of an old scholar: "Song Qin, what kind of childhood problems does your institute generally attribute this kind of cognitive disorder to?"
"Oh, our research institute doesn't study wives, so it's inevitable that it will be biased." He raised his head and responded calmly.
She stared at him, but he smiled with a crooked smile, as proud as a fox in a sleepy state.
Chang Zhiyi decided not to paint them as two lone wolves. They were obviously two white-eyed wolves who only wanted to bully her!
"That's enough for you!" She picked up the brush and rushed towards the two of them, waiting to turn into a tabby cat, bad wolf cub!
That day, they were noisy and he smiled and hugged each other. It was the most ordinary day since Xiaolin could speak again.
Intention: Grow up slowly