"I came looking for you before, but you weren't home," Yan Changqing gestured as he spoke, "A little girl, dark and skinny, left after she finished cleaning your courtyard."
Gazing at the clean and tidy courtyard, Jiang Shouzhong felt a bit dazed.
So it was her.
The first time they met, she sold herself to hide her grandfather, and he had given her Er Liang of silver pieces.
The second time was on the street, when a vicious young miss maliciously gave her gold in an attempt to take her life, and it was he who stepped in to save the girl. When they parted, he even told her to find a job as a maid in a wealthy family on Confucian Street.
He had thought the girl had left, but to his surprise, she had actually found her way to his home.
Looking at the cleaned yard, Jiang Shouzhong scanned his surroundings for the dark and skinny girl's figure. With a resigned rub of his forehead, he murmured softly, "At such a young age, why so stubborn?"
