"My good Chenchen." Ji Zhao smiled. "Sister didn't cry."
"Your eyes are red," Ji Chen pointed at her eyes and whispered.
Ji Zhao couldn't help but curl her lips as she said in a low voice, "Perhaps the sand has blinded my eyes?"
Ji Chen did not say anything else, but his eyes were still filled with worry as he looked at Ji Zhao.
Ji Zhao leaned against the carriage and closed her eyes to rest.
Earlier, in front of the old man's grave, she suddenly felt very depressed.
If she was not wrong, that sudden sadness should be the true feelings hidden in the Host's heart, right?
After all, the Host's life was too tragic and dark, but Old Master Ji was a glimmer of light that shone into the Host's tragic and dark life.
When the carriage stopped again, they had already arrived at the Earth Temple.
During the Laba Festival, Shen Dashan made the decision to let the craftsmen take a break and start work after the Lantern Festival.
