As soon as class was over, Yin Zhao-an was already excitedly jumped up and down outside one of the windows of Tang Yu's classroom like a little monkey, her antics earning her the attention of everyone in the classroom.

Tang Yu started to pack her schoolbag even more quickly when she saw this embarrassing sight. Then, as soon as she finished, she ran out of the classroom, dragging her schoolbag with one hand and the overly-enthusiastic child with her other hand.

"Tang-Tang, Tang-Tang, are you sleeping over at my house today? Hm? Hmm? Hmmm? Are you? Are you?" Yin Zhao-an eagerly asked while interlocking her fingers with the hand that took the initiative to hold onto hers.

Yin Zhao-an did not stop talking throughout the entire time they walked out of the school. Tang Yu found Yin Zhao-an's behavior too embarrassing, so she simply kept her head looking straight while only offering several perfunctory "yes" as a reply.

Yin Changcheng parked his car at the curb outside the school. A stream of students flowed out of the school gate as soon as school was over. Yin Changcheng was someone with trouble remembering faces, so every one of these children looked the same to him. He was at such a loss that he didn't even realize his daughter was already standing next to his car. "Dad, let's go," Yin Zhao-an said after opening the door and pulling Tang Yu into the back of the car with her, her eyes shining brightly.

...

Eventually, Tang Yu found herself standing in a familiar room. The decorations, the desk, and even the single bed...everything was familiar to her.

The bookshelf in the room held Yin Zhao-an's favorite comic books. It also held books on human anatomy and physiology. Out of these two starkly different categories of books, the latter naturally wasn't chosen by Yin Zhao-an. Instead, Wang Zhen had forcibly stuffed those books there.

When Yin Changcheng walked over to Yin Zhao-an's room with a brand new set of bedding, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw Tang Yu standing still by the entrance. Then, he said, "Don't be so formal. Think of it as your own room and go on in."

While Yin Changcheng was setting up the bedding, Yin Zhao-an was busily moving back and forth in her room, transferring all the dolls and bolsters from her bed into the cupboard. Then, she put a small pillow on the extra space she opened up on her bed.

After taking care of everything, Yin Changcheng patted his daughter on the shoulder and said in a half-joking and half-threatening tone, "No bullying Little Yu. Otherwise, your mother and I will beat you." After saying so, Yin Changcheng left, saying he would go out to buy some daily necessities and dinner.

Then, the two children remaining in the room looked at each other.

"...""Do you like comics, Tang-Tang?" Yin Zhao-an was the first to break the awkward silence. She pulled Tang Yu to the desk and grabbed several colorful books from the bookshelf. Then, she opened them in front of Tang Yu, one after another.

When Tang Yu glanced at the books, the first thought that came to her mind was:

Sure enough, this person's hobby hasn't changed.

Driven by some inexplicable reason, Tang Yu picked up one of the comic books Yin Zhao-an had yet to open. Then, she turned the title page and revealed the drawing of two girls snuggling together.

Tang Yu remembered this story. The two girls in the drawing were twins with similar appearances and hobbies. Yet, the two girls had very different personalities.

The elder sister was like a purer and flawless angel, while the younger sister was like a devil with a pension for murder.

People always said that evil would never triumph over good, but when evil became good, everyone would keep silent.

The story was a tragic one. The evildoer sacrificed herself to save everyone at the end of the story. Yet, nobody bothered to remember her deeds or her existence after her death. The last scene in the comic was set at a grave. The grave was desolate, with white flowers growing in front of it. A handful of daisies stained with fresh dew were placed before the grave. As for who had placed those daisies...

Tang Yu didn't know who had put those daisies there in the past, but now she hoped her thoughts were correct.

The setting sun cast a warm yellow glow on Tang Yu, dyeing her eyes amber and making her gentle appearance look even gentler.

When Yin Zhao-an saw Tang Yu's current appearance, she subconsciously slowed down her breathing to admire the work of art before her. When she looked at Tang Yu's eyes, she felt as if she was looking at a vast river of stars that contained many secrets. Although she got the urge to explore these secrets, she didn't know where to begin.

The lights in the room went on, and the two children, immersed in their own worlds, instantly snapped out of their dazes.

"Haha! Other children will flip over the heavens when they get together, but you two are reading books?" When Yin Changcheng turned on the lights and saw the two children sitting before the desk, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then, after having his fill of laughter, he walked to the bathroom with a bag in his hand and began setting up the new toothbrush, cup, and towel he had bought.

Meanwhile, Tang Yu found that, without her realizing it, she was leaning against Yin Zhao-an's body. Now that she was paying attention, she could even feel Yin Zhao-an's hot breath hitting the back of her neck. Yin Zhao-an also just noticed their current position. However, she didn't think too much about it. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Tang Yu and rested her chin on Tang Yu's shoulder before coquettishly saying, "You're so warm, Tang-Tang~"

Tang Yu's plan to break out of this position faced ruin before she could even try to carry it out. Then, she looked out the window in depression and silently sighed.

Fortunately, Yin Changcheng came to Tang Yu's rescue shortly after as he walked out of the bathroom and said, "I bought dinner, so come downstairs and eat."

...

Unfortunately for Tang Yu, Yin Zhao-an did not put her antics to rest even at the dining table, the latter continuously grabbing food with her chopsticks and putting it into Tang Yu's bowl. Before Tang Yu could even take a few bites, a mountain of food had already formed on top of her bowl of rice.

When Yin Changcheng saw that his daughter was about to extend her chopsticks to the plate of prawns, he could no longer stand this sight. After stopping Yin Zhao-an's chopsticks with his own, he said, "Why do you keep serving food for Little Yu?"

"Don't you normally grab food for Mom as well?" Yin Zhao-an said righteously before pushing aside her father's chopsticks, reaching for one of the fat and juicy prawns, and adding it to the miniature mountain in Tang Yu's bowl.

"I..." Yin Changcheng was momentarily rendered speechless. Then, putting his chopsticks down in a huff, he said, "How can this and that be the same thing?"

Yin Zhao-an also put down her chopsticks. Then, unwilling to back off, she said, "How are they different?"

"Your mother is my wife. Who would I serve food to if I don't serve it to her?"

"Then, if I don't serve food to wife, should I serve it to ?"

Yin Changcheng widened his eyes in shock and looked at Yin Zhao-an as if he was looking at a rebellious child.

Tang Yu: ?!