Zhao Baizhou did not know what Chun Mian meant. After thinking for a moment, he asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that, niece?"
Seeing his stiff posture and distant, guarded tone, Chun Mian considered her words before speaking. "Seventh Uncle, I mean no harm."
With that, she pursed her lips slightly. The sight of the beautiful young woman, her thin lips pressed together and a look of faint sorrow on her face, sparked Zhao Baizhou's speculation. He wondered if her life had been difficult since returning to the Zhao family. But even if it was, coming to him for help would be useless. He was just a useless, poor Scholar who hadn't advanced in years. It was hard enough for him to feed his own family, let alone help someone else.
After a brief silence, Chun Mian gripped her cup, her fingertips twitching slightly. She murmured softly, "Seventh Uncle, to tell you the truth, this is the first sip of water I've had since returning to Yangsha Village."
Zhao Baizhou was stunned.
