Estie wanted to say something, but Rosalie interrupted, "It's getting late. We have to get up early tomorrow, so let's finish washing up and rest early."

Rosalie was reluctant to continue this topic.

Estie's eyes darkened, but she agreed obediently and did not speak anymore.

It was rare for the little girl to sleep with Rosalie, so she slept soundly.

Rosalie's mind kept echoing the little girl's innocent question.

‘Did he do something wrong?’

Six years ago, that man did not like her. Apart