Opening my eyes, a whole night had passed, as if I'd just blinked and it was already morning. Other than a strange and peculiar dream, I barely remembered falling asleep, not even noticing my daughter sneaking into the room. This energetic little one might be the only other person besides Dingdang who's perpetually happy around the house. Even Qianqian, who's generally always cheerful, has her down moments. I can't imagine what it would look like if Little Baobao ever became worried about the Empire or the world.
Watching Little Baobao snuggle against my chest, my mood, somewhat downcast due to the Empire's dark history, surprisingly improved. Having an adorable daughter is indeed a special remedy for emotional trauma. As long as I hold onto any of the adorable little girls at home, I could laugh while watching a tragic world...
