The sunlight slanted through, and all around was silent, with only that wisp of silver appearing and disappearing from time to time.
The scent of mustard floated up, faintly lifting the spirits.
As she passed by Xiao Ruoching, Mo Li paused slightly, her eyes lowered and her gaze averted,
"Do you have to turn away?"
"Is there a problem with your head?"
Without responding to Mo Li's words, Xiao Ruoching turned her back to her and reached out to gently tidy the Sword Maiden's clothes, seriously advising,
"If anything upsets you in the future, don't suffer alone."
"Although Ninth Uncle may seem cold, he will certainly take care of you."
"Do you understand?"
The Sword Maiden bit her lip, nodded, and looked down at her toes, her head drooping.
Xiao Ruoching sighed and hugged her, "Don't be afraid to trouble others. If Master were here, he would never allow them to act this way."
"..."
