C19

The door creaked open and footsteps came up to me and stopped.

He spoke as gently as ever, greeting her as if nothing had happened: "Dear God, I'm back."

He did not say anything else and left with a soft sigh.

I wiped the tears off my face. Retribution, love, this is your retribution. You have done too many bad things, but you like someone who doesn't like you.

I put them on his doorstep and then calmly went to cook.

When he was called for lunch, he volunteered, "I wish I could get married. I wish I could marry someone who can match up with my family."

"Is it important to be the right person?" I asked him, this is the pain in my heart, I don't even have a home, how to match it?

"It's not important." He sighed, "But there are times when I have to. I don't want you to be sad. God, don't think about me. You have your own path ahead of you. Don't worry about me. I don't think I'll ever marry anyone."

Was his' her 'that important to him? But I won't give up so easily. Even water can pass through rocks, not to mention that I have a certain position in your heart.

"Those shoes fit, but I don't want you to be tired."

"Hur hur." I was laughing so hard.

How simple is it that he coaxed me. I didn't even need to say anything to be happy. I thought if Mo Li wanted me to kill him, I would kill him without hesitation.

If he doesn't like me, then I won't sell my vegetables. I would stay in the courtyard and use a slender blade of grass to make crickets for Uncle Ming to sell in the West Market. Surprisingly, he also earned some income.

I chuckled. "As long as I want to learn, I will." There are so many things I can't do. You stand in front of me, but I can't make you fall in love with me.

"Then, do you know all the scriptures that I've given you?" He glanced at me.

As soon as I said this, I felt discouraged: "Mo Li, I'm not a material for studying, so don't call me embroidery. Otherwise, you'll have to buy a lot of medicine to treat injuries." I wasn't made for being a lady. He really wanted to teach me how to play the zither, so I smiled and told him, "I can learn faster if I break the strings than if I play the zither."

He looked at me and smiled helplessly. "Mo Tian loves you and always uses your little intelligence elsewhere."

He hurried back to his room, then rummaged through his luggage to find a piece of clothing. Looking at the black spots on the white clothing, he sighed, "Uncle Ming, wash these clothes, there's a banquet tomorrow night in the palace."

Uncle Ming took it and said, "I don't know if this can wash up tomorrow. It's been raining for the past two days, so why didn't young master tell me earlier?"

"It was only confirmed today." He hid the worry in his eyes and prayed as he looked up at the rain.

Uncle Ming said in a low voice, "I believe that Young Master will be able to see her again. I will go wash now." He shook his head and went to wash his clothes with a sigh.

When he entered the palace the next morning, he went to the eaves of the house where the clothes were hung and reached for them. He twisted his sleeves so that there was still water in them, then took them off, wrung out the water again, carefully smoothed out the folds of his clothes, and said to himself with a sigh, "I hope the rain will stop later."

Uncle Ming got up while I was knitting crickets under the eaves. As he was putting on his raincoat, he said to me, "My God, I won't be making breakfast later. You can go out and have some. I'll go to my house to have a look. My young master needs some decent clothes."

"Yes." I nodded my head. "Uncle Ming, walk slowly. Don't get wet in the rain."

He smiled shyly and said in a low voice, "God love you. What a lovely girl."

I smiled proudly. As long as I wanted to do it, I could really do it. Actually, I loved it, and this was something he taught me the first two days.