But at that time, Ye Ranran was young. As she grew up, Father Ye's foundation was already stable, and she couldn't do anything anymore.
Sometimes, people don't lack the will, they simply lack the ability. Ye Ranran was smart and knew how to ensure her own safety back then.
"Has anyone lived in this house during the years I was gone?" Ye Ranran looked up, watching the sunlight filtering through the leaves.
"No, but someone comes regularly to clean it." Jun Mochan saw her interest in the surroundings and let go of her hand, opened the door by himself, and walked in.
Jun Xiaobao stood in front of a rose, curiously watching a butterfly fluttering its wings on the petals.
After watching for a while, he reached out to catch it.
Ye Ranran didn't stop him, letting him try.
Whether it was his nimble hands or a slow butterfly, he caught it in an instant.
He grasped the butterfly's wings and brought it closer to his eyes for a closer look.
