He Ping'an crept to the doorway, quietly watching the blurry figure behind the bed curtains.
She had deliberately tested her, and now she had sneaked back. Standing at the door for a while, the little girl on the bed didn't notice her, behaving perfectly.
He Ping'an suspected that this wasn't a two-year-old child at all. But when she thought deeper, she couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat again.
She licked her dry lips, held her breath, and was about to turn and leave.
Behind her, the room was bright. As she rounded the sandalwood cabinet on one side, she was caught off guard. Fearing she would cry out and startle the child inside, he clamped his hand firmly over her mouth.
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