Having understood these things, Han Jing felt relieved.
She was never the type to make life difficult for herself. She had weathered massive storms, learned everything, except for how to bow to fate.
Even in the last moment, she wouldn't admit defeat.
Suddenly, the sound of Xiao Xue crying came from the inner room. Mu Jin carried Xiao Xue over, and Han Jing reached out to take her daughter in her arms, kissed her face softly, and whispered, "Be good, how about we go get your daddy back?"
Xiao Xue was crying bitterly, but upon hearing Han Jing's voice, her cries subsided, and she looked at her with wide eyes, earnestly reaching out a tiny hand towards her.
After Han Jing fed her, the little girl burst into giggles again.
"You little rascal, all you know is eating." Han Jing poked her cheek, which was soft like a steamed bun: "Starting tomorrow, you'll have only three meals a day, as I won't have time to keep feeding you constantly."
