Seeing the girl hesitating, Nalan Xie spoke softly, "You are already twelve years old; it's the time to dress up. I like seeing a pretty little Que'er."
Zhang Que'er's face flushed as she accepted the rouge.
Looking at the girl who was too shy to look at him, the corners of Nalan Xie's mouth turned upwards. An image of her sister, who bore a similar appearance to the girl, momentarily emerged in his mind. Instinctively, he reached out to caress the girl's cheeks.
"Nalan, where is Mr. Shi?"
Zhang Que'er did not see the figure that often followed him and asked curiously.
Nalan Xie, whose hand had reached out, touched his nose and said helplessly, "He might be dead."
The girl was shocked.
Nalan Xie laughed heartily, tapping the girl's forehead, "Just scaring you, he went back to his hometown."
Zhang Que'er sighed in relief.
"I have to leave now, I have official duties to attend to. I'll buy you a new dress next time."
Nalan Xie waved his hand and turned to leave.
"Nalan!"
