"..."
Listening to Xiao Ruoching's seemingly comforting words, Mo Li's lips curled into a cold smile. She sat on the stone stool, concealing her body's fatigue, and said expressionlessly, "Junior Sister thanks Senior Sister for her concern."
"It seems Senior Sister slept very deeply, not hearing a thing."
"..."
Listening to the indifferent words, Xiao Ruoching huffed coldly.
Wasn't I just meddling unnecessarily, getting no appreciation in return? Why should I care about her?
Slept deeply? I myself am puzzled at how I could have slept like that.
She, too, sat down abruptly on the stool, propping her cheek with her hand, waiting for Su Bei.
Before long, she saw Su Bei, hands clasped behind his back, drifting with an air of nonchalance towards the thatched cottage.
For some reason, Master seems especially happy today, as if... well, I can't quite describe it.
"My disciples, cultivate well today and then prepare to pack your belongings."
