That was how she showed love. Quietly, in motion, through food and care and the steady rhythm of making sure everyone had what they needed.
Yan Cijin carried the little dumpling toward the room while the child happily rested her cheek against her shoulder. As she walked, Yan Laojin's voice came from behind her, still carrying a teasing note even while she was heading into the kitchen. "You really are something, coming back all tired like that. Did Bai Li wear you out?"
