Qiao Mo began speaking slowly, not wanting to depict humanity as too sinister, nor wanting the story to be just a story.
That's right, the little white rabbit in the story is Yu Qianxun. A friend of many years, yet she never truly understood her.
Listening to Qiao Mo's story, Chenchen fell asleep quickly, but Qiqi listened very attentively.
When the story ended, Qiao Mo softly said to him, "Qiqi, just like the child taken by the wild beast, she is not your mother, so she hurt you. Do you understand?"
Qiqi nodded thoughtfully, his gaze still carrying some bewilderment.
Qiao Mo sighed lightly, believing that Qiqi understood, but in the world of children, he might not fully comprehend or accept it quickly.
Not long after, Fu Nancheng gently pushed the door open, looked at the child on the bed, and softly asked Qiao Mo, "Sleeping?"
Qiao Mo nodded, "Chenchen is asleep."
