In the afternoon, after the four little ones were tuckered out from playing, they took a rare peaceful nap. Bai Feizhan intended to stay in Shanshan's room, but was forcibly dragged away by Seventeen and Nineteen.
As for Quan Jingwu and the others, they gathered together to play Mahjong.
It wasn't midsummer yet, so the breeze still carried a bit of a chill.
In the corridor, a small figure sneaked out of a room and, with stealthy steps, made their way through the living room and ran outside.
"Where's Mu Chen?"
Little Miss Shanshan peered out of the empty doorway, her little red lips pouting slightly, showing a hint of gloom.
Feeling tired from standing, she simply sat down on the grassland.
Under the warm sunshine, the shadow of a lonely butterfly danced around her.
Little Miss Shanshan propped her cheeks with her hands, her gleaming eyes fixedly staring in the direction of the gate.
Half an hour passed.
An hour passed...
