"It doesn't count," Su Ming'an said. "I am just a traveler who has left his homeland for this year."
"Is this your house..." Moli thought to turn around, but she bumped into the kettle that Yu Ruohuo had just finished using.
The kettle fell to the ground with a "bang," its lid coming off and water spilling everywhere.
"Ah..."
She hurriedly apologized, somewhat at a loss.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know there was something here..." She apologized frantically, bowing incessantly.
The simple girl who had lost everything, even though she had resolved to start over, couldn't help but feel panic when faced with new things.
Su Ming'an also had the idea of changing places. He wanted to find a place for Moli and those three followers, who were still posing as statues in the square.
After all, it wasn't right to keep that group standing in the square all the time.