After a spoonful of food went into her mouth, the little girl's cheeks bulged out like a little hamster. Shen Chaomu curled up his fingers, inexplicably wanting to poke her.

Little Grape ate quietly without saying a word the whole time.

Chen Chaomu had gotten used to it. Little Putao almost never listened to what people outside said. Even if they spoke in her ear, even if she could understand, it was only when she spoke that Little Putao would respond, but she would never speak to her.

Shen Chaomu knew that Little Grape was not mute, but she was sick and couldn't speak.

Shen Chaomu picked up his own bowl, poured soup on it, and put some meat and vegetables in it.

Although they were sitting on the steps, the eaves covered their heads and kept them out of the sun. The two of them, one large and one small, ate in the shade, often moving in unison. From a distance, it looked particularly cozy.

After dinner, Chen Chaomu took the dishes to wash, and came back to take Little Grape back while there was still plenty of time for a break.

Little Grape held the apple in one hand, cradling it in her arms, while the other hand was held by Shen Chaomu. When she lowered her head and was about to say something to Little Grape, she saw Little Grape suddenly stop, looking ahead with her eyes wide open.

Little Grape has never had any emotional ups and downs. Her eyes are beautiful, like crystal gems, but calm and almost cold. Shen Chaomu hopes that she will have emotions, even if it is anger, but she has never had any.

And now, there is.

Little Grape's eyes were full of horror.

"Ah." She suddenly screamed, her childish voice was sharp and piercing, as if her voice was broken. The apple rolled to the ground and was immediately covered with dust.

Her little body trembled violently, and she stepped back. Just when she wanted to turn around and run away, Shen Chaomu pulled her into his arms, patted her back and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, sister is here, it's okay, it's okay..."

Little Grape was still screaming and struggling in her arms, attracting the attention of the people around.

Shen Chaomu was panicked and at a loss. At this moment, Little Grape fainted in her arms.

"Little Grape, Little Grape..." Shen Chaomu's voice was eager to wake her up, but he couldn't wake her up no matter what.

Just then, a voice sounded behind him: "Xiao Mu, I'm here."

Shen Chaomu's body suddenly stiffened.

-

"She fainted because of a sudden shock. She should wake up soon. I'll prescribe some tranquilizers for her. By the way, be careful not to let her get stimulated again." At the clinic, the doctor took Little Grape's pulse and gave her instructions.

"Then I'll trouble you, doctor." Shen Chaomu breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something and his face suddenly darkened.

"Xiao Mu, what happened to Xiao Xi? Is she okay?"

The person who spoke was a young man of about twenty years old, dressed in plain white clothes, with a slender figure, as graceful as a willow in the wind. He was very beautiful without any makeup, like a clean little white flower, simple and beautiful. His eyes seemed to be filled with clear autumn water, and he looked pitiful and delicate no matter how you looked at him.

"What are you doing here?" Shen Chaomu's eyes were cold, as if they were frozen in winter, revealing a chilling chill.

"Xiao Mu, your mother is sick. She wants to see you and Xiao Xi. You should go back with me." The young man's voice was soft, as if he never said harsh words, which made him seem even more gentle.

Chen Chaomu said indifferently, "Oh," and lazily lifted his eyelids: "Is she sick? Is she dying? Tell me when she dies, so I can go back and inherit her property."