Li Qiye was very depressed.
I had finally accomplished something in my studies and could leave that boring old man and travel down the mountain, but instead I was sent to a strange place with a farewell gift from my master.
Her mother called her Zhuer, and her cousin called her Ali. Mo Li seemed to understand something...
In this case,
The little cousin can only be hers.
Intention: Brother Wuji, don't run away