Ning Li headed to her room the moment she returned home.
When she walked past the painting room, she noticed that the door was half shut.
Su Yuan's warm and loving voice came from within.
"Lil Ci, are you tired? You have been drawing for a long time now. Take a rest, have some fruits."
Ye Ci replied with a sweet voice, "Thank you, mom."
Ning Li paused and looked at the door.
Inside the room, Ye Ci sat in front of the easel and smiled at her mother when asked.
"I'm almost done. Can you place the fruits there? I'll eat them later."
Su Yuan placed the fruits aside and walked to her daughter. She carefully sized up the painting and her well-maintained looks showed a kind and proud smile.
"Look how good our Lil Ci is drawing."
Unlike the impatience and disgust she showed to Ning Li, Su Yuan was always the kind and caring mother in front of Ye Ci.
The praise from her was genuine.
