Cool breeze dropped raindrops from the branches. The ground was unspeakably wet, with uneven potholes accumulating water.
When setting off again, Xie Xun didn't wait for Shen Hua to return. Yet, the incessant babble of the little girl's milky voice filled his ears.
"I've taken a liking to your carriage after some thought, it just barely caught my eye. So I'm going to stay put here," the little princess declared.
"It's been the same for the next few days."
She yawned contentedly, bringing a large apple, half the size of her face, close and patted Xie Xun's hand to get his attention.
Xie Xun resignedly took the dagger and started peeling.
But Cui Rong had another request: "I don't want it like that, you need to carve it into a mighty lion for me."
His knife peeling halted, yet his voice remained gentle: "I can't."
"Unacceptable!"
The high pitch of the little girl's voice rose, her small face falling as though deeply wounded.
