C107

After noon, the sun gradually set.

Xiuying was bored to death in Shen Junxiao's study. She leaned on the table to look at the sunlight, which had turned soft. In her hands was a stack of papers with words written neatly on them.

She had written dozens of words already, why hasn't Third Uncle come back yet?

She looked at the sun and counted the time.

Weird