The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the first day of the new year quietly slipped into night within the rhythm of Xia Yu's habitual homeliness.
The moon hung high in the sky.
In the pitch-black alley, there was the sound of a sneeze.
Pa!
A pebble was thrown to the ground, and Lei Aoxue rubbed her sore knee while standing up, not forgetting to shoot a resentful gaze at the entrance of the Xia Mansion, "This family, from morning to night, no one came out!"
It seems she likes to lurk around, but doing so for a whole day, especially on the first day of the year — if Xia Yu inside the walls knew about this, he'd undoubtedly think she was a fool.
Lei Aoxue left, her silhouette limping.
She hadn't walked far when, with a click, the old mansion door opened, and Zhu Qing poked her head out in confusion, "Strange, I just heard some voices, where did they go?"
The next day.
