Bai Gui died at three o'clock in the morning.
When he opened his eyes again, he became the third daughter of Mrs. Dingguo's house. She has endless money to spend, a mother and father who treat her like a pain in the ass, and two sisters who can support her family.
There is also a system called "Little Preserved Egg", whose mission is: live in style.
What does it mean to be stylish? Bai Gui doesn't know. She only knew that she could live her life slowly.
In the spring, I studied ink and read, in the summer, I listened to the rain and peeled lotus flowers, in the autumn, I admired the chrysanthemums and ate crabs, and in the winter, I cooked snow around the stove. When I was free, I played with some of the maids in the courtyard - the gentle Xingyu, the calm Liyun, the pretty Taoyan, and the quiet Liuwu. After taking a few bites of the snacks sent by his cousin, his skill in making snacks gradually improved, but the way he looked at her became more and more strange.
My father sent me a roommate, who was as obedient as a cat. He was waiting on the porch. She didn't call him in, so he kept standing from dusk to the zenith of the moon.
News came from Jiangnan that there was a talented man there with amazing poems and he wanted to visit him in Beijing.
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Bai Gui leaned on the couch and turned a page of the book.
The days are still long.
She has plenty of time to slowly look at this world.
