Cui'er spoke for a long time, but seeing that Jun Shiling did not react at all, a hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes. "Are you not interested in our life here? What does your place look like? Can you tell me?"
Jun Shiling turned to look at Cui'er. Her clear eyes were filled with curiosity. Jun Shiling shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm a little sleepy and want to rest."
"Alright." Jun Shiling was unwilling to talk to her, so Cui'er did not pester him anymore. She packed her things and walked out the door.
This small courtyard was located in a lush bamboo forest. The lingering clouds pounced on her face, bringing a moment of clarity, blurring the sadness on Cui'er's face.
Not far away, Old Master was sitting on the big rock he often sat on and smoking a tobacco pipe. He looked up at Cui'er and waved at her.
"Cui'er, come here."
Cui'er walked towards Old Master. "Grandpa, do you need me to roll tobacco?"
