Three days passed in a flash, and Baize and Moyin had no inkling that anything was amiss.
Xianle looked at Baize, whom she had raised with such tender care and who had now grown so cheerful, and a bitter knot formed in her heart.
He seemed completely oblivious, as did Moyin, who sat nearby, happily urging Xianle to listen to her play the zither.
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