She decided to take a look.
So, while Mo Chen was not in the room, she sneaked into the house and indeed saw the Mimosa placed on the windowsill.
At only four years old, Yue Ling was very excited and curious; she scurried over and reached out with her tiny fingers to gently touch the leaves.
Indeed, a miracle occurred— the leaves immediately curled up, wrapping around her fingers.
Yue Ling was so happy that she danced around, touching the Mimosa continuously, forgetting about the time.
Thus, she did not know when her master had entered the room.
"Yue Hu?" Mo Chen looked at the little girl by the window, calling out uncertainly.
Yue Hu and Yue Ling not only looked exactly alike and dressed alike, but their voices were also the same.
When Mo Chen first met them, he could not tell which one was which, and at the time, he did not know that the nature of Yue Hu and Yue Ling was extremely different.
