Look, I’m pushing a small stool and running around. Now almost one year old, my developing bones feel the strain of standing too long, and I would plop down.
Falling once or twice is manageable, but twenty or thirty times daily would surely ruin my cute little bottom within a month.
Thus, my father customized a small stool for me, with fur-covered legs and a small bell hanging every three inches, perfectly suited for me to push around the Xiang Mansion.
And the maidservants could always find me by following the jingling bell sounds.
I stopped running and switched to crawling.
In the flower bushes, large patches of peonies were blooming brilliantly.
A little head suddenly popped out, topped with a peony and a few spring grasses.
Across the flower bushes, a black-clad young boy danced with a sword, the motion like a dragon—imposing and magnificent, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
Though only around ten years old, his face showed maturity and determination beyond his years.
Cold lines outlined a cruel and tenacious face, sword-like eyebrows glimmering with cold light, and thin lips slightly pursed, giving him an air of proud solitude.
Even in a black, old linen garment, his innate presence was undiminished. With the cold, gleaming sword in hand, he exuded an icy and wild aura.
This boy is extraordinary, I thought.
Just as I was about to rush forward, a sudden sense of inferiority washed over me. The trauma from my previous life was too deep; even in reincarnation, that sense of inadequacy couldn’t be erased quickly.
Mom’s sake, what am I thinking? I’m a beautiful woman in this life!
“What am I afraid of!” I shouted, ready to attack the handsome boy.
“Wah—” A bright sword had quietly reached my throat!
“Oh? Just a baby,” the boy muttered to himself before putting away his sword.
To seduce a beautiful boy, I must fully utilize a baby’s advantages! I pouted: “Wah—Scared—Ling’er is so scared—Wuu—” and threw myself at him, eager to comfort my startled heart.
“You—hey, don’t cry.” The handsome boy’s anger softened at the sight of me, a helpless baby. Little did he know this moment of tenderness would bind him to this clingy child for life.
“Mmm—Big brother is so nice—” I sobbed while plotting how to design him.
