The phone stayed on, and fully charged, as Mu Tiantian wanted to ensure that if her uncle needed to contact her, her line would be open.
Seated next to Bai Chenyao, she was initially very alert, but gradually, Mu Tiantian started nodding off.
Bai Chenyao noticed because, according to the fruit-feeding schedule she set, she should have fed him again by now.
However, he waited for a moment and saw that the person beside him remained still.
Tilting his head slightly, he saw Mu Tiantian holding a fruit plate, with a toothpick spearing a small piece of apple still in hand.
In the moment he glanced over, the toothpick in her hand slipped down her leg and onto the thick cashmere carpet.
As Mu Tiantian nodded off, her little head bobbed like a pecking chick, bit by bit by bit.
Her slender eyelashes softly landed like butterfly wings on her eyelids, with fair cheeks tinged with a faint pink, looking so smooth it made one want to touch and pinch them.
