"Dad, why are you comparing me to a pig?" He Zhilan pouted in protest.
"If a pig's brain isn't to be compared with a pig, what should it be compared to?" He Teng replied, with an implied meaning as he glanced at He Zhilan's palm, which after a few days of applying medicine, had finally healed a lot.
He Zhilan still couldn't remember when exactly she had fallen, so after being lectured by He Teng, she could only pout and say nothing in return.
The nights in the countryside are even cooler than the city's summer nights, in this chemical-free hamlet, the air is fresh, and just by looking up, one can see a sky scattered with stars.
The first night they returned to their old home, He Zhilan slept soundly through the night until the next day.
