"Who says you can't do anything?" Li Xiu's lips curled into a peculiar smile. "I feel like there's a lot that can be done."
With that, Li Xiu ignored the Spiritual Elder and walked off in a direction, suspended in mid-air.
Courtyard No. 7 looked no different than before. Li Xiu saw Old Bai playing chess with himself at the stone table under the tree early in the morning.
Old Jia was inside the gatehouse cooking instant noodles, with a bottle of white wine next to him. A mouthful of noodles, a sip of wine, and an expression of pure enjoyment—Li Xiu couldn't comprehend his joy.
Li Ming'Er was lying in bed, sleeping in. Her bed was scattered with snacks everywhere.
Li Xiu glanced at Li Ming'Er, who was wearing only a spaghetti strap nightgown, her long white legs exposed. He couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "Li Ming'Er's long legs are a match for Li Qingyi's. I wonder which look better."
