"It's alright, Sisi, don't worry."

Nan Rong Jinghua's gaze fell on the little girl's palm, on the few strands of hair lying there that had tragically sacrificed themselves, and Youlan Qingqian spoke to comfort her.

"Really? Really?"

Helian Mou Sisi stared intently at himself in the enormous bronze mirror, as if afraid that he might accidentally lose his stunning beauty.

"Okay, it's fine to go to bed earlier from now on, sweetie."

As Nan Rong Jinghua spoke, the peach wood comb in her hand gently and lightly touched the little girl's black hair, and in a short while, a beautiful bun was completed.

Helian Si looked at himself in the mirror and touched his feet, feeling extremely satisfied. He then stopped wiggling his little toes.

The little girl stood on the pear wood chair, smiling as she looked at Nan Rong Jinghua. Then, she tiptoed and gave Nan Rong Jinghua a quick kiss on the chin.

Don't ask why it's the chin; it's just because the pear wood chair was too low and the teacher was too tall. It has absolutely nothing to do with Sisi, hmph~

The little girl was so upset, she wrinkled her rosy little face.

They're grumbling and complaining, what are you all doing, bullying me because I'm short?

However, the next second, Nan Rong Jinghua bent down slightly, and in an instant, that face that could topple empires and surpass all others appeared in the little girl's sight, so close that it was only a hair's breadth away.

"Husband, husband, husband, ah, no, husband, husband."

Suddenly, I stuttered for a moment. This morning, I was hit with a stunningly handsome face by a divine teacher. It was just too pleasing to the eye!

"Where did Sisi want to kiss just now, hmm?"

Nan Rong Jinghua gently rubbed the little girl's head. His clear, cool eyes, like the bright moon, were always full of doting affection when he was with the little girl.

"Where, anywhere is fine?"

For some reason, Helian Mousi's grape-like, watery eyes fell on the cinnabar dot between Nanrong Jinghua's brows.

"An immortal descends to the mortal realm, concealing his unparalleled beauty with a cinnabar mark between his brows. My dear husband, are you an immortal?"

Helian Mou Sisi, whose attention was drawn to that speck of cinnabar, failed to notice the trembling fingertips of Nan Rong Jinghua holding the peach wood comb.

"I do not wish to be an immortal; I only wish to be Sisi's husband, for all eternity."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and difficult to utter, as if he had a thousand kinds of tears stuck in his throat, unable to speak out.

"Oh dear, just kidding, just kidding! Teacher, hurry, hurry, we're going to be late! Let's go have breakfast and then head to the Imperial Academy."

"Third Brother must really miss Sisi~"

As Helian Mousi spoke, he kicked off the pear wood chair with his short legs, not even glancing at Nanrong Jinghua behind him again.

With her hair tied in a bun, she shuffled towards the door with her short legs, but her little face was slightly pale.

After running out of the house, Helian Mousi stopped in her tracks, her grape-like, watery eyes looking at the green bamboo swaying in the wind against the wall.

Her eyes became vacant and lifeless, and her chubby little hands unconsciously covered her chest.

Why did Sisi's heart hurt so much just now?

Suddenly, the little girl's ears twitched. She heard footsteps behind her, and she lowered her small hand from her chest.

She turned her little body to look at Nanrong Jinghua, who was walking towards her. The paleness on her face had subsided considerably, and she smiled sweetly, revealing her little tiger teeth.

"Master, give me a hug~"