What time is it, and these two girls still have the mood to tend to flowers and plants? Look at that basket of Dawn Cedar, which can neither be eaten nor is it valuable, yet they treasure it like a precious load on their backs, truly laughable.
And that girl's flower wristband on her wrist, after being soaked in the river for half a month, still has the spirits to weave herself a wristband; isn't this just a spring outing then?
Look at that leading young boy, as thin as a bamboo pole, with a sickly pale on his face, I'm afraid he couldn't even take a punch.
The Lame Man Uncle watched this group's appearance and the more he looked, the more absurd he found it.
However, as he estimated their strength, the Lame Man Uncle's hostility also faded.
A few harmless children were not enough to cause alarm.
Moreover, having seen plenty of misfortune in this life, suddenly seeing a few children with dumb luck had Lame Man Uncle feeling conflicted.
