one wanted to kill you."I just want to cripple all of you."Break her arm!Jian Tong let out a grinding, "Click!" Her teeth clenched tight as she glared furiously at the ruffians advancing towards her."...Three years later

On the edge of Erhai Lake, there is a guesthouse that is not particularly eye-catching. It's called a guesthouse, but it's actually just a three-story small villa. Compared to other guesthouses around, this one is really small.

Although it's located by Erhai Lake, the location isn't particularly good. The surrounding guesthouses are a few hundred meters away from this small villa at the very least.

A woman dressed in loose cotton and hemp clothing common to the region was lying under the eaves on the first floor. Her bamboo-woven old rocking chair swayed back and forth, and she swayed with it. On a square stool beside the rocking chair sat a pot of golden yellow qingjiao pu'er tea and a teacup that had been drunk halfway. Occasionally, a few birds skimmed across the surface of Erhai Lake, catching the special small lake shrimp produced in Erhai Lake.

The sky was a deep blue, as if you could reach out and touch the pure white, soft clouds. An old tree lay on the bank, later probably submerged by the rising surface of Erhai Lake, leaving only half its trunk exposed. One day, a parrot from some unknown home flew over and was adopted by the woman lounging in a chair.

Everything is relaxed and free from worldly worries.

A lively, chirping sound, coming closer and closer, broke the stillness of the evening.

"Boss, something's terrible! The young couple on the second floor are fighting!!! You have to go now!" Xiao Amei, the helper, whose name was ZhaoZhao, rushed to the woman lying in a lounge chair, jumping up and down impatiently.

"Alright, Zhaozhao, I'll sleep for a bit longer." The woman rolled over nonchalantly and said as much, shifting her position on the cramped chaise lounge. She continued to sleep without even opening her eyes.

"Hey Boss, your eyebrows are on fire, you're still sleeping Wake up!"

The woman on the chaise lounge, visibly impatient, finally sat up, supporting herself on the chaise lounge with a groan, amidst the strange tone of the maid's voice.

“Zhaozhao, did you watch those Taiwanese dramas again I’ve told you countless times, don't learn that Taiwanese accent. You try to imitate it but it doesn't sound right, and you even have an off-putting local dialect mixed in... Zhaozhao, queen, goddess, Empress... Please, spare us commoners! Don't torture our ears anymore~”

"Boss!" called Zhao Zhao, the little girl, her anger flaring. She crossed her arms and glared, but unfortunately, with a naturally cute baby face, she couldn't look menacing at all. Still, she thought she looked fierce: "Boss! I'm going to be angry!"

"Alright, you handle the anger and I'll handle sleeping." He said, feigning a move to lie down again.

Before I even got into bed, Zhao Zhao grabbed my arm: "Boss, the couples on the second floor are going to tear our little hostel apart! How can you just sit there"

The woman on the lounge chair hurriedly raised her hands in surrender: “OK, OK, Queen Zhao Zhao, I’ll go, I’m going now, alright Please stop speaking with that local accent mixed with Taiwanese accent, it's too demonic.”

"Madam, you mustn't laugh at people like that."

The woman rubbed her temples, a headache throbbing.

"Boss, what's wrong Did your headache come back again" The young girl's concern was always straightforward and sincere, without any calculation or ulterior motive. The woman waved her hand: "It's nothing, Zhao Zhao, help me up, I feel a little dizzy after sleeping."

After he spoke, a sugar cube was placed in front of the woman. "Boss, you're just experiencing low blood sugar. You're still a bit dizzy from sleeping, aren't you Tch, as if I don't know."

The woman gladly accepted the gesture, silently taking the candy from Zhao Zhao's palm. She peeled away the wrapper and popped it into her mouth. The fragrance of roses lingered on her lips and teeth. Their region was famous for its rose cultivation, and rose-flavored pastries were commonplace. The candy Zhao Zhao had bought was also rose-flavored.

A touch of sugar, and things were better. Under the azure sky, a woman slowly lifted the thin blanket from her body and then, with equal slowness, pushed herself up from her chair. For her, everything seemed to be in a slower tempo; time, for her, was the most useless thing.saying:"Everyone sleep in their own beds, don't come into my bed, and don't touch me. Otherwise, I won't want you."That person yawned, and very politely asked:"Axiu, be a good boy and listen. Otherwis...