Chapter 125

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five

Afternoon.

Xiaoshan lay on the big stone of Shieyan Rock, his hands pillowing his head, a straw hat covering his face.

The sunlight bathed him.

He held a blade of wild grass in his mouth, enjoyed the wind coming from the mountains, crossed his legs, and squinted his eyes in comfort.

Life really should be spent like this to savor its full flavor.

Carefree and without the cunning and intrigue of the city.

Suddenly, someone lifted the straw hat off.

"Brother!"

A childlike face leaned in close.

"Shiyu, huh."

Xiaoshan smiled warmly.

Long Shiyu, wearing a one-piece floral swimsuit, pulled on Xiaoshan, pouting, "Brother, play with little Yu, please."

Xiaoshan got pulled up.

After several days of gentle guidance, Long Shiyu recovered quickly, her intelligence having returned to normal. And being of a pure Yin constitution, she was naturally very clever, quickly realizing that Xiaoshan, given his age, couldn't possibly be her father.