"Little Bo hasn't come home yet. Come on, come in with Auntie and sit for a while!" Ye Anran took Little Murong Li's small hand, smiling brightly as she spoke.
Little Murong Li was nervous and uneasy as she held his hand, cautiously turning his head to watch her.
Ye Anran looked down, her smile growing even more gentle.
She felt very sorry for this child, having been mistreated by a stepmother from such a young age.
If it wasn't that it wasn't her place to intervene in others' family matters at the time, she would have wanted to bring Murong Li home to raise herself.
What a lovely little child.
...
Sitting in the Bo Family's living room, Murong Li looked at Mother Bo with nervousness, unease, and a deep sense of envy.
Mother Bo was so gentle; she looked as beautiful as a fairy, her voice was so soft, and her gaze so warm.
She even shelled walnuts for him...
