"You good-for-nothing brat, you still haven't learned to be respectful You're eighteen now, it's time you packed your things and left this mountain. Don't bother me anymore." The old man’s face was full of fake kindness as he blew his beard and glared with a mocking smile.,It was July, with scorching heat blanketing the land. The intense sun baked the earth.,At this moment, she is watering the potted plants. Her movements are light and graceful, with a smile on her face. There's a touch of admiration in her eyes, mingled with deep concern. The quiet combination of actions and expressions gives one a sense of tranquility, nature, and a profound feeling of goodness.。