Yan Xinxin also looked at Mu Shaoqian with confusion.
"What's the matter?"
She asked.
Mu Shaoqian smiled and walked leisurely to the edge of the flower bed.
"When you were born, your brother was three years old. Mom and Dad told me that I'd have a sister. I didn't really understand, and then I saw you in the cradle."
He reminisced about those pure and simple childhood times.
"You were just a few months old then, and brother didn't have much of an impression, but I remember your big, round eyes, long curly eyelashes, you looked like a doll, and brother really liked this doll."
He laughed, as if amused by his own childish innocence.
"But brother didn't expect that even though you were my sister, my doll, when you were learning to walk, you liked following a little boy named Mo Chuxi. Wherever he went, you crawled after him."
"The elders all thought it was cute, but brother wasn't happy about it. Later, I became quite jealous of Chuxi."
