Soon Yun Wanyue had the answer.

Wow, wow...

There was movement behind the wall, as if someone was struggling to climb in.

A big bag was bulged out of the straw, and a little fluffy head came out.

It's Zhenzhen, she's here again.

Only then did Yun Wanyue discover that there was a hole the size of a washbasin on the wall covered by straw.

Ye Zijin was so thin that she could fit in just right.

Sitting down in front of Yun Wanyue, she took out a small bag from her pocket, which contained the buns brought for her.

It's white, soft, and fragrant.

She held it up to Yun Wanyue and motioned for her to take it and eat it.

"For me?" It's hard not to like such a child, Yun Wanyue had a soft smile on her face.

Ye Zijin nodded, with no expression on his face and didn't speak.

She has suffered from aphasia since she was a child and has never spoken.

Yun Wanyue touched the top of her head lovingly, took the bun to her mouth and took a bite. It was very fragrant and sweet.

After eating two buns, she felt a little better.

"Zhenzhen?" Yun Wanyue called her by her nickname and went to touch Ye Zijin's hand, but she suddenly retracted her hand and looked at her with a panicked look on her face, her eyes full of fear.

Yun Wanyue was stunned for a moment, but soon understood.

The original owner was very indifferent to Zhenzhen, which made Zhenzhen very afraid of her.

She suddenly became gentle, no wonder Zhenzhen was scared.

Yun Wanyue was angry and distressed about the wrong things the original owner had done. She was angry that the original owner was confused and distressed that such a young child had to endure so much.

Her father doesn't like her, and her mother doesn't love her. Maybe the servants in the house also bully her secretly.

Yun Wanyue felt a twinge of pity in her heart. The original owner of such a delightful child turned out to be indifferent.

But it doesn't matter, she will treat Zhenzhen well in the future.

"Don't be afraid, come to mother." Yun Wanyue stretched out her arms to Ye Zijin, her eyes full of concern.

Ye Zijin's eyes were wide open, full of questions.

It seems to be asking, is the woman in front of me really my mother?

Is she finally willing to hug herself?

Yun Wanyue smiled at Ye Zijin, took a step forward, and gently held her soft body in her arms.

Unexpectedly, the child let out a soft cry, with a painful expression on his face.

This small change could not escape Yun Wanyue's eyes. She quickly let go of Ye Zijin and said apologetically: "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Ye Zijin shook his head, his eyes avoided her questioning gaze, he covered his arms with his hands and stepped back.

There is definitely something wrong with her like this.

"Zhenzhen, tell your mother what's going on." Yun Wanyue knew very well how difficult it would be for a child who didn't have a mother to care for him or a father to love him in the house.

The first thought in her mind was that Ye Zijin was bullied.

Yun Wanyue slowed down her tone, with a warm smile on her face, and said to Ye Zijin: "Zhenzhen, do you want to play a game with my mother? If you win, my mother will reward you with a candy, okay?

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Ye Zijin is different from normal children. If she behaves excessively, the children will be afraid that they will never be able to get close to her again.

No child can resist sweets, and so does Ye Zijin.

She opened her curious eyes, took off her guard, and slowly approached.

Yun Wanyue stretched out her arm and shook it towards her: "Look, is there nothing on my mother's hand?"

Ye Zijin nodded, with a slight smile on his face.

"Watch it." Yun Wanyue reached out and grabbed the back of her head, and a small flower appeared in her hand.

Ye Zijin's eyes widened even more, and he stretched out his hand to get the little flower. Yun Wanyue took the opportunity to hold her little hand and push up her sleeves.

The arms are white and tender, except for being a little thin, there is nothing different about them.

Just when Yun Wanyue was confused, she sensitively discovered that there were many unevenly divided needle holes on Ye Zijin's forearm.

The needle holes may be deep or shallow, some may be red and swollen, and some may have become scabbed.
Chapter completed!