The Little Monk was pulled by her to the Wangjiang Building. Pan Yue was on the ground floor, making undergarments for Qian Manjiang by the window. Because her movements were skilled, she seldom looked at the needle and thread in her hands, her gaze mostly on Mingming and Jingjing who were circling around her. Her eyes were gentle, her demeanor peaceful, and the corners of her lips curved upwards. The naivety and clarity from the past decade were gone, replaced by a mature charm that made her seem even more beautiful and tender.
Pan Yue saw the Little Monk being pulled in by Qian Yixiu, his eyes red as if he had just cried. She immediately stood up in a panic and asked, "Hongji, what's wrong? Tell Auntie, who bullied you?" Before she could finish, her heart ached so much that her eyes reddened.