Xiao Yuan was busy liaising with various parties, while Anning and Xiao Fu were rushing to make quilts at home.
In the east wing, Xiao Hui carefully held the cloth towel on her head and said to Xiao Yi, who was sitting beside her, "Sister, pinch me."
"Why do you want me to pinch you?"
Xiao Yi blinked, looking at Xiao Hui in confusion.
Xiao Hui chuckled, "I just want to see if we're dreaming."
"Why would it be a dream?" Xiao Yun touched the thick mattress under her hand and looked at the shiny bluestone beneath her feet. "We can't even dream of living such a life, we never imagined we could live like this."
Indeed, Xiao Hui couldn't help but think that even in her dreams she couldn't imagine such good days.
When she came, she knew there was a wealthy family in Jingtian Village wanting to adopt some godchildren.
She had lived in a broken temple before, where there were many beggars. An old beggar, feeling sorry for her, had taken her in for a period of time.
