A crisp voice came from in front of me.
It was a little girl with long golden hair, looking less than ten years old, her face as delicate as a porcelain doll with no visible flaws.
Though still very young, one could already imagine her unmatched beauty in the future.
Her eyes were a pure sky blue, reminiscent of the ancient, unchanging millennium glaciers on the Three Sages Snow Mountain.
At this moment, the little golden-haired girl puffed her cheeks in slight dissatisfaction, seemingly unhappy as she turned her head away, but in truth, she was still stealing glances at Shiayar with the corner of her eye.
"I'm sorry."
"I was too tired the past few days and accidentally fell asleep."
Shiayar waved a hand, picked up the kettle over the campfire, and poured a cup of hot tea for himself and the little girl in front of him, "How long did I sleep just now?"
The other party tilted her little face up and thought for a moment, "Not very long, maybe about half an hour or so."
