The sun slanted toward the west, and Wufu wrapped a blade of foxtail grass around her hand, playing with it as she glanced sideways at Shen Hongyu, who was still saying goodbye to someone at the doorway.
The slender figure, with a small bundle slung over her shoulder, was wiping tears as she talked to a young man standing in front of her, with no end in sight to their conversation.
Wufu withdrew her gaze, propped a hand against her brow to shade her eyes, looked at the gradually sloping sun, and exhaled a cloud of muddled breath.
She must have been out of her mind, or perhaps a rush of heat to the head, to agree to let this little girl come along with her. If she brought someone back with her, her mother would probably be quite shocked.
That's right, their family wasn't a wealthy household; they didn't have use for a maid, and even if they did, it wouldn't feel right. Besides, one more person meant one more mouth to feed, and that required Silver.
