"Auntie Zhaozhao, this is for you!" Tang Qian held up a big handful of lilies he had just picked from the garden.
Gu Shengyin bent down to receive them, showing Tang Qian a smile.
She still didn't like to talk much, and she would not engage with strangers. But she had grown very close to the Tang Family, and sometimes she would even act coquettishly.
Once, when Mother Tang returned from a trip, Gu Shengyin stepped forward to give her a hug.
Mother Tang heard the girl's soft voice calling her "mom."
She replied with teary eyes, happy to be Ning Zhao's mother.
The afternoon was Ning Zhao's piano practice time, and little Tang Qian sat with his arms resting on the side, listening to Auntie Zhaozhao play the piano.
He didn't really understand the complexities, but he thought Auntie Zhaozhao's piano playing was especially pleasing to hear, and she looked particularly lovely while playing.