C42 At Uncle Parker's Manor

Early in the morning, Bai Qimo, who had woken up from her sleep, lay lazily on the windowsill and looked at the scenery. Wet monsoon blew from the mountains, bringing a thin layer of mist to the entire Provence. The rising sun blew up the mist, adding some color to the world.

On the third day after arriving in Provence, she did nothing.

Every day passed lazily