Lan Ling had lain down for quite a while, but sleep eluded her. She reached under her pillow and pulled out a photo.
At that moment, footsteps approached from outside the door. Lan Ling recognized them immediately as Mu Xiao's—the footsteps of a child differed from those of an adult. She quickly stuffed the photo back under her pillow and settled herself.
Then she heard Mu Xiao knock on the door, "Aunt Ling, I have something for you. May I come in?"
Lan Ling had been quite reclusive lately, preferring not to see anyone. Yet when it came to Mu Xiao, she always had more patience than with others, and she couldn't bear to disappoint him. "Come in, Xiao'er!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened, and Mu Xiao walked in, carrying a large box.
Lan Ling turned her head to see only a large black box and a pair of tender, short legs, causing her to frown slightly. "What are you carrying? Be careful not to drop it."
