Mrs. Liu led Ye Qianning back to Xiruo Courtyard, asking many questions along the way, though none were about her past. She even worried the child would get tired from walking and tried to carry her, but gave up awkwardly after a few attempts.
Ye Qianning's small frame probably weighed fifty or sixty jin, far too heavy for an average woman to carry.
Still, Ye Qianning was starting to like Mrs. Liu. 'Though her appearance is plain, she seems like a simple, honest person. From the way she speaks so cautiously, she's probably suffered quite a bit at the hands of the old matriarch since marrying into the General's manor.'
"Give this to the Young Miss later."
"No, that's more of a gift for an adult. Children like dolls. Here, look at this."
"This doll of yours isn't very pretty. Did you make it yourself?"
"I was bored, so I made it for fun. But I sewed every single stitch myself. It's the thought that counts, you know?"
