"Okay." Xiao Chen ran back to the studio happily and took out a painting she had made of a family of three.
He is still very young, but his talent for drawing and his flashes of inspiration have already emerged. Although there is a big difference between his drawings and the actual people, his drawings of a family of three are already quite good: "Xiao Chen's drawings are really great, so amazing!"
Xiao Chen blushed upon hearing her mother's praise, feeling incredibly happy: "As long as Mom likes it, that's all that matters."
Wan Ge picked up the child immediately; of course she liked it.
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When Lin Qingjue returned home from get off work, she found that Wan Ge, who was supposed to be waiting for her in the living room, was not there.
If it weren't for some things that required him to work overtime, today would have been a day off for him to spend with his wife and children.
He asked the cleaning lady sweeping the floor nearby, puzzled, "Aunt Zhang, where's my wife?"
Aunt Zhang glanced at Lin Qingjue in front of her, but then lowered her head because of his powerful aura: "Madam said she is not feeling well and is resting instead of eating dinner. Young Master is taking a bath."
"What's wrong with her? Have you called a doctor?"
Aunt Zhang shook her head: "Madam said there's no need to call a doctor, she just needs to rest."
Lin Qingjue tossed her coat aside and immediately ran into her room.
While Wan Ge was half asleep, Lin Qingjue entered the room, reached out and touched Wan Ge's forehead, and it seemed that she did not have a fever.
Wan Ge noticed he was back, so she opened her eyes: "Are you off work?"
Lin Qingjue seemed to see fatigue on her face, and for some reason felt a great sense of panic.
Even after getting married and having children, he and his sister had always had a good relationship. He thought he could be happy like this forever, but now, seeing how tired she looked, he felt particularly uneasy.
"I heard from your aunt that you're not feeling well. How are you? I'll call the doctor right away."
Wan Ge shook her head and grasped his wrist to stop him from making the call: "It's okay, no need to call a doctor."
"Okay." Lin Qingjue's voice was low and hoarse, but his hand held Wan Ge's hand tightly.
"Sister, if you're sleepy, go to sleep. I'll stay with you."
Looking into the other person's beautiful eyes, filled with affection and worry, Wan Ge sighed softly and then asked, "Xiao Jue, do you love me?"
"Of course, Xiao Jue loves her sister the most." Lin Qingjue didn't know why she asked that question; perhaps it was related to her bad mood.
"So, do you only love me?"
Lin Qingjue nodded again: "Of course I only love my sister, I don't love anyone else."
Wan Ge sighed again and asked once more, "So, do you love me more now, or... me when I was a child?"
"I love all older sisters, whether they are from the past, present, or future."
Wan Ge's feelings were also complicated. Was the sister he kept calling out really herself? "What if I wasn't the sister from your childhood memories?"
"I don't understand." Lin Qingjue didn't understand why she would suddenly ask such a question, nor did she understand the meaning of the comparison. "They're all older sisters."
Wan Ge understood that even now, she still sees herself as connected to the little girl she knew from her childhood.
“But I’m not her, Xiao Jue, I’m not her, I’m not the person you remember from your childhood.”
"You are it!" Lin Qingjue said with absolute certainty, without the slightest hesitation.
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