Our Home (Bai Ye's Memory)

It turned out he was wrong. Very wrong. Because after almost two months, he still couldn't adjust to this new life at all.

"Master, will you come over to the garden please?"

Bai Ye grunted when he heard the voice drifting on the wind through his window. He had barely started his reading for the day, and the trouble maker was already interrupting him again. Since when did she sneak into the garden?