In the courtyard, under the large tree, Lu Xun stretched out his right hand to receive the hot porridge passed over by Lin Chan's tiny hands, then with his left hand, he gently rubbed her small head.
Feeling her head slightly sinking weight under his large palm, Lin Chan looked up at her master, whose handsome face was illuminated with a warm smile.
Next to Ji Li, she appeared diminutive and frail, coalescing a stark contrast. In reality, she was just a year younger than Ji Li, just turning fifteen this year.
Lu Xun, lowering his head to look at her, questioned, "Have you eaten?"
Lin Chan shook her head.
"Well then, go fill a bowl for yourself. Your master doesn't like eating alone," Lu Xun said to her.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Lin Chan practically dashed off to the kitchen. Since her handsome master was waiting for her to join him in a meal, she had to hurry, for fear of making him wait.
