Inside Liyuan, Qin Miaomiao accompanied Ninth Uncle to watch the opera, but she truly couldn't understand it, propping her head up as she nodded off in drowsiness.
At first, Mr. Jiu was still watching the performance with interest, but soon his attention was drawn to Little Jin'er dozing off.
A face like a peach blossom, skin as creamy as congealed fat—her small and delicate features bore a slight resemblance to Su Jin from when she was young. A child raised in his lap, even the children he adopted later didn't receive such treatment. Back then, she was foolish and dazed, easily bullied, yet never cried.
When clinging to him, she didn't dare to make a sound and would only grab onto his trouser leg, staring at him with puppy-like eyes. He had been busy back then; she never made a fuss or caused trouble, just quietly hung around his knee. She could linger there all day long until hunger made her whimper softly.
