"But Amy wants to eat, too. She was born to you, she’s your little female. Can’t you just spare one more for her?" Michelle’s brows knitted together, her expression pained.
"You’re her mother, after all. Surely you can’t be so stingy that you’d deny her a single winter melon?" Sophie seized the opportunity to add her own barbed comment.
Amy’s green eyes turned toward Ophelia, filled with expectation, though she feigned indifference.
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