The latter still doesn't know where he is now, pretending to be an expert by tossing wine jugs around some hill beside the official road.
"It's already so dark, stay the night, and tomorrow you can go back to Du You with me and your Zhao Lang." Zhao Lingfei, who was clearing the dinner table, wiped her dusty apron and spoke to Su Xiaoxiao by the window.
She was tidying the table with Qian'er. Su Xiaoxiao initially intended to help but was playfully shooed away by the two girls to rest and have fun.
Su Xiaoxiao pulled over a chair. She was now kneeling on it with her little bookcase on her back, her upper body leaning on the windowsill, her head aligned with a lone potted plant on the sill.
She tilted her head, gazing lightly at the dark, windy night outside:
"Sister Lingfei... I want to go back first..."
"Qian'er just got you a bed, stay the night with sister..."
Facing away from Zhao Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile, but quickly suppressed it.
