Good news: Sister Lan wants to learn how to read.
Bad news: Sister Lan hasn't given up on becoming a writer.
Regarding this, two girls who had once been tormented by words felt a chill down their spines.
At this moment, Lin Nianhe just hated her keen hearing—She really didn't want to hear that sentence, truly.
Probably sensing that Lin Nianhe could definitely hear her, Wang Shumei turned her head to look at her.
Their eyes met, and instantly, 108 ideas merged together.
But any ideas had to be put aside for now, as they had more pressing matters at hand.
From afar, seeing Li Dahe smoking under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, everyone's hearts involuntarily settled down.
It was like a child who had been wronged outside coming home and seeing their inarticulate old father; although knowing he wouldn't say any comforting words, their hearts felt reassured.
"Captain..."