Approaching the table, Mi Feixue put down the pen in her hand and handed in the neatly written homework.
Mi August sat down next to her and took over the homework check. He said it was an inspection. In fact, Mi August didn’t know much about beginner’s articles in this world. He mainly accompanied Mi Feixue to talk about the daily routine of a day at home school.
Mi Feixue’s handwriting is very neat, and you can see her seriousness in each stroke, without any unnecessary ink stains.
This is a rare thing for a few-year-old child.
Mi August smiled lightly and asked, “Master, did you ever praise you for your good handwriting and your neat homework?”
Mi Feixue’s eyes narrowed, and she nodded reservedly and proudly in front of Mi August. Apparently Mi August got the point.
Touching the top of the child’s hair in praise, Mi August put down his homework and saw a corner of the open booklet exposed from the corner of his eye.
A short paragraph is revealed above.
[… Take its hand, sew its belly, give it a heart of gems, sleep like a baby, grow fast in your dreams]
As soon as Mi August saw it, he understood that it was written for [Curse]. It contained both today’s daily life and blessings for [Curse].
The description of “gem heart” made Mi August laugh. Many things will become better from a child’s perspective.
Although in terms of real value, spiritual crystals are much more precious than the gems in the mortal continent.
She did not pull out the diary to read the complete contents. From the fact that the booklet was pressed under a pile of scattered papers, she knew that Mi Feixue had deliberately hidden it, which meant that children also had their own little privacy, and there was no need to forcefully dig it out.
Mi August pretended not to notice, and his eyes naturally passed from the diary to Mi Feixue’s face.
She waved and asked Mi Feixue to sit on her lap.
Mi Feixue sat on it obediently, but did not lean her body weight on it. Her little back was straight.
Mi August put his arm around her and asked, “Baby, do you want to know why bad people hurt you today?”
Mi Feixue nodded without hesitation.
Mi August didn’t hide it from her, “Because the bad guy took a mission, and the person who sent the mission wanted to kill you for some unknown reason.”
While speaking, Mi August watched her expression carefully to determine the meaning of her words.
Mi Feixue blushed slightly, but was not afraid.
She picked up the pen on the table and wrote on the white paper: Will anyone take the task of killing babies in the future?
Mi August should have been surprised by his keenness to hit the key points, and his calmness far beyond that of children of the same age, but she was not.
The child in her arms turned to look at her, with a glimmer of light in her dull black eyes.