She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the position beside her. "Come here with ink."

Ye Shuimi came neatly and sat next to her, bowing his head and holding the Barbie doll in his hand.

Ao Xue touched her hair. "Will you protect your aunt when you grow up?"

Ye Shui-mo nodded solemnly, "Yes. Mother said that when ink grew up, she could not lose her aunt."

She laughed and patted her on the shoulder. "Go play."

The next day, Ding Yiyi looked a lot better, but still a little spiritless, Ye Nian Mo inches away.

When she saw Ao Xue, she was grateful. "Thank you for...