Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“There’s no need. Can’t you see how bright the sunlight is outside? I don’t think it’s cold.” Mu Xiaoxiao waved her hand and rejected the coat.
“It’s warr here because there are heaters in the house. It’s a little cold outside.”
Mu Xiaoxiao reached out to push open the door. Indeed, the breeze that blew outside was cold, but once she walked to where there was sunlight, she felt warm.
The helper stood beside her, afraid that she would catch a cold. “Miss, please wear a coat. You really can’t catch a cold or the Young Master will get angry,” she continued urging.
Not wanting to put her on the spot, Mu Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and said, “Give the coat.”
The helper offered the coat to her.
Mu Xiaoxiao took the coat, but didn’t put it on as she continued walking.
The helper followed her.
Mu Xiaoxiao said, “Stop following . I’m only taking a walk in the yard. Don’t disturb .”
The helper could only answer, “Understood.”
The helper stopped following her.
Mu Xiaoxiao strolled slowly. She stepped off the pavent after a short distance. Behind her was a stone path, with soil beside it. The grass had already withered, and she could sll its wilted scent from here.
This was what winter should sll like.
She continued wandering. She seed to have no destination, but there also seed to be sothing guiding her.
Mu Xiaoxiao wasn’t paying attention to how long she had been walking, and she was now practically at the bounds of the backyard.
She saw a large tree in the distance and smiled.
“I wonder if it’s still there…” She muttered as she walked towards it briskly.
She searched under the large tree.
She pushed the tangled grass away and finally saw a mound of dirt, on which stood a board.
The board read: “Dada’s wood.”
Mu Xiaoxiao bent over and pulled the weeds around it, revealing a little grave.
She squatted down and looked at it, her eyes turning red.
She reached out to touch the words, “Dada’s wood”.
It should have been “Dada’s grave” instead.
However, she didn’t know how to write the word “grave” when she was little, and thus wrote “wood” instead.
“It’s been a long…” she said mildly.
Just then, a biting breeze blew. Because she was under the shade of a tree, the cold wind bit at her.
Mu Xiaoxiao shivered a little but she took up the coat in her hands. Putting it over the board, she covered the little grave.
“There, it’s not cold anymore, right?” she said with a smile.
Squatting was making her a little tired and she sat down instinctively, muttering sothing as the leaves rustled above her.
After an indeterminate amount of ti.
Mu Xiaoxiao’s phone started ringing in her pocket and she returned to her senses. She held up her phone.
Han Qiqing was calling.
“Xiaoxiao, I’m done with school. Where should we et?” Han Qiqing sounded like she was a little out of breath.
Mu Xiaoxiao thought for a while and said, “Since Yin Shaojie will know if I go out, it’s best if you co to the Yin residence to look for . I’ll wait for you here.”
She still wanted to talk to the grave.
“Sure! I’m a little hungry. Get soone to make so food for . I want to eat fried noodles!” Han Qiqing said.
“Okay, co over soon.”
After hanging up, Mu Xiaoxiao hugged both her knees to her chest and turned to look at the little grave again.
“I have to go now. I’ll talk to you so other ti.”
She said sothing else before standing up and dusting the dirt from her behind as she walked towards the house.
Han Qiqing arrived quickly and the two of them went out together.
“Xiaoxiao, what do you want to buy?” Han Qiqing asked her curiously.
Mu Xiaoxiao leaned close to her ear and said sothing.
Han Qiqing widened her eyes in surprise. “You want to buy… sexy lingerie?”
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