Xiao Guai smiled shyly.
"Come, Mommy will braid your hair beautifully..."
Xiao Guai's head was small, but her hair was thick, a trait she completely inherited.
Chi Xiaoyu sat her on the chair, and she sat there quietly, without crying or fussing.
In the past, she often heard friends talk about how difficult children were to raise, and she had been worried. In reality, her two children were incredibly well-behaved.
Especially Xiao Guai—a quiet and obedient little girl.
She never cried or made a fuss, nor was she mischievous. When silent, it was as if she had no presence at all.
Chi Xiaoyu finished braiding Xiao Guai's hair, changed her into a dress, and held her soft little hands as they walked to the mirror.
"Look, isn't it pretty?"
Xiao Guai grasped the hem of her dress with both hands, spun halfway around in front of the mirror, and revealed a satisfied smile.
"Mommy, when I grow up, can I be like you?"
