At this point, Du Anrao, who had no idea what was happening upstairs, was happily enjoying a leisurely late-night snack. She nibbled on the small pastries brought by Fourth Sister and sipped the freshly squeezed juice poured by Second Brother, occasionally chatting with a few relatives who came over to greet her. It was not boring at all.
Having lived on the mountain for over a decade, Du Anrao had never seen as many people in her entire life as she had today. Yet she seemed naturally sensitive to the goodwill or malice of others, usually able to tell at a single glance whether someone liked or despised her.
She could sense that there were many guests present, but at least the relatives who proactively came over to greet her harbored no ill intentions; to be precise, curiosity was the dominant emotion.
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