Aunt Yang was flustered. "D-Doctor Ye, I'm so sorry, I—I didn't mean—"
Ye Chutang shook her head gently to show it was all right, then beckoned to Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu scampered over on her short little legs, holding a dragonfly woven from grass, which she presented to Ye Chutang as if it were a treasure.
'She'd woven it all by herself!'
Ye Chutang gave her a thumbs-up. "Xiao Wu, you're so clever!"
Xiao Wu pressed her lips together and smiled.
Ye Chutang took a silver ingot from her purse and handed it to her.
The Little Milk Group's smile grew even wider. She leaned in to give Ye Chutang a kiss on the cheek, then scampered away again.
Aunt Yang watched the scene, momentarily at a loss for words. After a long pause, she said, "That child, Xiao Wu, she doesn't remember anything from before, does she? That's good, that's good..."
