097: Hosting a Feast to Thank the Life-Saving Benefactor_4

Mu Qingli was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a heavy shadow envelop her. She stopped in time and looked up ahead. The man was backlit, making his distinct and angular features somewhat obscure in the light.

However, the aura he emitted was unmistakably clear and chilling.

Mu Qingli narrowed her eyes and, after a moment, revealed a smile, "Uncle Seven, did you come to pick me up?"

"Yes." Fu Lanshen maintained his elder's poise, lightly patting her head, "I'm here to take you home." Those six simple words warmed her heart as if she'd seen light when nearing blindness.

Even Mu Qingli, who had lived a second life, couldn't escape the effect of those six words. It had been far too long since she last felt this warmth.

In her past life, her journey ended at twenty-four years old. In this life, she was only seventeen—a mere half-grown child at the end of the day, yearning for familial affection and warmth, despite previous disappointments.