Several days later.
Back courtyard.
Lin Fan rested on a chair. Each day apart from a few things, the other times, he would rest under the sun, feeling the breeze. It was extremely leisure and free.
He didn't have any far goals or ideals or any big dreams.
One was king if one owned land. To have such a huge back garden and to raise a dog was a perfect life.
He was going through life that many people envied.
Nine-headed bug rested in Lin Fan's arms. Lin Fan reached out and touched its head; the nine heads were very orderly; you were touched, so I was next.
One after another, none of them snatched.
Gou'zi found it tough to accept the Young Master's sense of beauty.
The bug was so ugly, but Young Master didn't care at all. He touched them gently. If it was other people, they would probably be frightened to death.
