Jieyou climbed up, snuggling beside Huangfu Huazhang, and looked up at the four-poster bed, sighing with an old soul's air: "It really looks like a princess bed."
Huangfu Huazhang laughed. He didn't condescendingly help her just because she was young; instead, he let her fully enjoy the joy of self-reliance. He tilted his head to look at her: "Hmm, your mommy said the same thing."
This four-poster bed, she had once been curious about how it was brought through the door.
In little Jieyou's eyes there was an unmistakable longing, as she hugged her cloth doll tightly and quietly raised her small face to Huangfu Huazhang: "Did Jieyou's mommy also like this kind of princess bed?"
A gentle pain rose in Huangfu Huazhang's heart, but he smiled: "Yes, she liked it."
Jieyou smiled happily, burying her face in the doll: "Then Jieyou's mommy is the big princess, and Jieyou is the little princess. And then someday, Jieyou and mommy will sleep together on this big bed."
