Yan Lu remembered that Ah Jin didn't like to deal with people since she came to Xiaoshengxian Manor, and he only occasionally visited Uncle Xun and Senior Brother Fu Nian. Occasionally when his eyes touch her soft hair, he will be in a trance, wondering how a sister who is as serious and rigorous as her senior brother Fu Nian can have such a temper. She often huddles in the corner of the bed with her eyebrows lowered, not knowing what she is thinking, or she is sleeping quietly in the arms of her aunt. The breeze was chasing the clouds, and the little sage's village was finally peaceful and peaceful. The good years passed by, and the branches were blooming in spring. He looked at the shadows floating on the ground due to her movements. He didn't know what to say, and his thoughts gradually became confused...