Qingmiao Palace, Tingquan Small House.
Zhu Nanzhi, who had taken a short nap in the afternoon, got up and came to the courtyard to continue sewing the clothes that were not yet finished.
The gentle breeze blew, and she in a simple white dress looked like a poetic painting.
The scene of her gently biting the thread was caught by Xiao Yinruo, who stopped in her tracks.
How many clothes has Nanzhi made for that child Jin'an since she returned?
'The fifth set...'
Xiao Yinruo thought silently, knowing well that Nanzhi was competing with her friend Wanyu.
When it came to matters concerning Jin'an, Nanzhi's desire to compete was intense.
But she couldn't just say, "Don't delay your cultivation."
Because Nanzhi's cultivation was steadily advancing every day.
Like the bloodline of a demon beast, even sleeping could enhance her power.
Xiao Yinruo was not envious, just found it strange.
She had never heard of such an absurd Forget Love Path before.
