An Yao had a few bites and felt full. Her previously confrontational attitude had softened, and her brows and eyes appeared gentle and harmless. After finishing her meal, she curled up in a corner to rest.
The heavy rain continued outside. Na’er Xiu was worried that she might fall sick again with a fever, so he planned to wait for the rain to stop before leaving with her. However, he felt a bit frustrated.
“Brother, why does the way the little female treats you seem pretty good, while she's so harsh with me?” Na’er Xiu felt disheartened.
Though it was the same body, same face, and not even half an hour had passed, anyone with a discerning eye could easily tell that the little female's attitude toward the two of them was completely different.
He didn't know about the concept of spoilers in this world or the idea of temperament.
Na’er Mo remained silent, his cool and desolate gaze fixed on the female who sat some distance away, holding her knees, looking pensive.