He glanced over and then withdrew his gaze.
Her name was Mi Xiang, and she was the only one who had discovered him in this cave.
She was said to be ten, but she looked no bigger than the palm of a hand.
There was a blue birthmark on her right cheek, covering a quarter of her face and encircling her right eye like a panda with unevenly applied makeup.
From the bottom of his heart, he despised her ugliness.
Mi Xiang dragged some food over to him. As soon as she loosened her grip, the weak cloth bag fell to the ground, and a few rotten apples rolled out in front of Qing Luo.
"I'll go fetch some water to help you wash the fruit!"
After saying that, Mi Xiang cheerfully took an old, worn, and cumbersome wooden basin.
Holding the basin with both her small arms, she scooped up half a basin of water from the waterfall's edge and wobbled back, spilling some water with every step…
