Entering the kitchen, Aunt Liu hummed softly while pouring oil into the pot.
"The old lady, I wonder how long you can keep this up."
Thinking about a future day when the noble mistress must put aside her pride and negotiate who the children will take their last names from,
Liu Ting's lips couldn't help but twitch, and she was quite looking forward to it.
With the weather getting colder, the screen door had already been taken down.
Li Zhiyuan pushed open the door and saw Alii standing inside.
Earlier, not seeing anyone at the threshold downstairs, he knew the girl was in his room.
On the drawing desk, there were several completed paintings, with door frames around and thresholds at the bottom. What was depicted in the center of each was something so horrifying it could make one's scalp tingle.
Li Zhiyuan admired each painting in turn, finding the eerie scrolls increasingly delightful.
This meant that Alii was beginning to confront those fears she'd always avoided.
