This morning under the flagpole, Little Moon fell, and Hu Die helped her up. Little Moon looked at her and smiled, and there was a clear hint of a smile in Hu Die's eyes too.
The world outside is in turmoil, changing drastically every day.
But in Hu Die's world, it is a constant cycle of winter passing into spring, reflecting the calmness and tranquillity of time.
Lin Xiaosu was somewhat puzzled; could it be that Hu Die was aware of his attempt to win her over?
If not, why hadn't this piece been moved?
Things need to be considered from both sides.
Not being utilized might also be a good thing.
At least in Little Moon's view, she absolutely hopes that her current life will continue until the end of her days...
With a few emotions in his heart, Lin Xiaosu set foot on the path to the Inner Village.
