"Good morning!" Lin Yan held a warm cup of honey water, her bright face tinged with the pallor of a hangover.
"It's already eleven o'clock." Lu Chenyuan was helping Qingtian with her braids, but his hands were clumsy, and after a few tries, Qingtian's temper flared, losing her patience. "Daddy, daddy."
Lu Chenyuan looked at her puffed-up face, a miniature version of Lin Yan, the mother and daughter looked as if they were carved from the same mold.
Ou, on the other hand, resembled him a bit more.
Lin Yan took Little Qingtian in her arms, taking the elastic band from Lu Chenyuan's hand. In just a few moves, she finished Qingtian's braids and even clipped a cute strawberry hairpin on.
"I blacked out from drinking last night. Did I make a fuss?" Lin Yan couldn't recall how she got home last night; she seemed to have had a big cry.
