On the third day in Muyun Village, Xiaxia woke up and smiled at Ji Xiangxiang, her smile both innocent and sweet. The little girl's usually smooth, short hair was slightly messy, and her voice was as soft as a glutinous rice dumpling: "Sister Xiangxiang, good morning."
"Xiaxia, good morning."
Ji Xiangxiang, still bleary-eyed, originally wanted to stay in bed, but she hugged Xiaxia tightly and gave her a big kiss.