When their daughter woke up, Ning Chu and Wen Yang were still fast asleep on either side of her.

It was just getting light, and she turned over, facing her mother, staring at Ning Chu’s slightly pointed ears and her still rosy cheeks.

Ning Chu wasn’t sleeping very peacefully. Her brow furrowed, her legs tightly squeezed the blanket, and the tip of her tail was twitching restlessly.

The sleepwear had ridden up, exposing the deep red silver marks. Her daughter clearly remembered that last night, when they took a bath together, the beautiful patterns were light pink.

Curiously, she reached …