Bai Xuanmo didn't plan to talk about past events that might trouble his younger sister.
He just looked around: "I remember that tiger skin was placed on the chair. How come it's gone? Maybe it was put away. Sister, wait a moment, I'll go and have a look over there."
The study was large, and Bai Xuanmo walked into a narrow aisle between the bookshelves.
Bai Zhi'er withdrew her gaze, curiously looking at the books beside her.
She reached out her little hand to touch them. Almost every book here was dust-free.
The little one blinked with curiosity.
Could the house servants come in to clean every day?
Suddenly.
Bai Zhi'er saw an oddly-shaped vase placed in a pavilion.
The other pavilions held books, only this one had a vase.
The little one walked over, stood on tiptoe, and was about to take it down to examine.
But then she heard Bai Xuanmo laughing from over there: "Found it, here."
Bai Zhi'er withdrew her little hand and instead ran back to Bai Xuanmo happily.
