"Do you need it that big?"
Lin Tian looked at Liiu Nai'er as she ran off, his face a blank slate of confusion.
What did she need that big?
Furrowing his brow in thought without getting anywhere, Lin Tian saw his father, whose legs had just started to regain walking strength, sitting under the small banyan tree at the front door enjoying the cool shade. He turned and headed toward Mrs. Liiu's house.
He wanted to see just what kind of help Liiu Nai'er was seeking.
Help with something, huh? What could be so hard to say!
Liiu Nai'er's house was right next to Lin Tian's, just a few steps away.
The door wasn't locked, merely left ajar.
As a child, Lin Tian used to come here often to play, so he pushed open the door with ease and stepped toward Liiu Nai'er's boudoir.
As soon as he stepped in, he could smell a faint fragrance.
At that moment.
Liiu Nai'er sat on the edge of her bed looking quite nervous.