Hearing his indifferent voice, Ah Da, who had been harboring a surge of emotions, felt as if punctured by a hole, sour and bitter feelings rushing to her eyes. Her thick eyelashes lowered and then lifted again, like two lively little fans, as she spoke in a disheartened mumble.
"I don't want to sleep here, nor in the guest room... I want to go back inside the incense burner."
Qin Yu asked, "Why?"
Ah Da's baby fat made her look naive and adorable, with redness surrounding her eyes, giving her the appearance of someone grievously wronged and bereft of joy.
"I just want to go back, that's where my home is." Because you keep bullying me, the latter part Ah Da did not voice out, she lacked the courage to do so now.
