"Where is our hometown?" Every morning, she asked these questions repeatedly, and her grandfather answered them gently and pityingly while rolling the green silk for her, but when the silky silk tied the hibiscus bun, everything was cleared.

"I'm sorry, I've borrowed it, oh," the passer-by said in a slightly stunned tone, and turned to leave, and the same ranger from last time, as if there was a guide in the dark, she tugged at the sleeve of his robe again.

23.225.191.240,23.225.191.240; 0; pc; 2; She shook her head in disappointment, and her beautiful eyes instantly became dark, like stars covered by dark clouds.

"I ......" the ranger looked at his grandfather who was holding wine in the distance, and his grandfather looked up as if he was inadvertent, and his dragonfly-like gaze swept over the ranger, and continued to bow his head and pour wine.

……

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Hmm." She nodded obediently, but there was only a cup of tea in the crowd, and the feeling of panic and emptiness came again, and she couldn't help but cover her sore chest.

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"You're the rumored Floating Cloud Fairy?" She had long been tired of hearing these praises, and was about to turn to find her grandfather, but she noticed a strange glimmer of eyes staring at her, with fear and sigh in her disbelief.

"Hmm." She nodded obediently, but there was only a cup of tea in the crowd, and the feeling of panic and emptiness came again, and she couldn't help but cover her sore chest.

"Grandfather, how old am I?"

"Grandfather?" She raised her head, held her grandfather's trembling hand, her eyes were puzzled and reluctant, he was already dying of old age in his old age, but these hands had never aged and were still slender and fair, warm as jade, was it for her sake of curling her hair?

"I'm sorry, I've borrowed it, oh," the passer-by said in a slightly stunned tone, and turned to leave, and the same ranger from last time, as if there was a guide in the dark, she tugged at the sleeve of his robe again.

……

"Grandfather?" She raised her head, held her grandfather's trembling hand, her eyes were puzzled and reluctant, he was already dying of old age in his old age, but these hands had never aged and were still slender and fair, warm as jade, was it for her sake of curling her hair?

"Grandfather, how old am I?"