>After nine cold days, Xie Zhuo knelt down into the icy lake, with the water up to his nose.
>The bluestone in hand needs to be as stable as a rock. The mother on the shore looked at him coldly: "If you can't even remember your master's preferences, how can you serve him closely?"
>He didn't know that deep in the corridor, the prince was staring quietly.
>Mother gritted her teeth and whispered: "You were not born to be a mean person..."
