The winter night's fog was heavy, isolating the sounds of music and the shadows of lamps in the front yard into a far-off distance.
Tang Xiaobai stood in front of the already locked entrance to the inner house, listened quietly for a while, then turned around to walk back.
She had many things she wanted to say to Ah Xiao.
It wasn't that she had to say them tonight; tomorrow or the day after would do, but she felt an urgent need.
Because she had just realized, she was wrong, so terribly wrong.
A single, nonsensical question from Ah Xiao could trouble her for an entire day.
Hadn't her sudden change in attitude towards him these days troubled him even more?
Even if he showed a certain attachment to her, she shouldn't treat him coldly as if he were an adult.
Her little ancestor was still just a child!
A child of thirteen or fourteen, what could he possibly understand about love? Couldn't she be a little more patient and guide him properly?
