C187 Masquerade

A pot of soup was simmering in the back of the hall. It was a bit hot and dry, and Xie Xing was wiping her sweat with a handkerchief.

Seeing her like this, she was no longer that silly little sister of hers from before.

"I never thought that one day I would actually see you washing your hands and making broth for someone else. I thought you wouldn't be happy