But the girl was numb and ignored it.
His pointed chin was always drooping, like a walking corpse.
Suddenly, a young boy secretly peeked out from the edge of the wall and called to her softly, "Little donkey!"
The girl's shoulders stiffened.
After a pause, he continued to grind the mill.
The servant looked at her with pity, sighed, and looked around carefully. After finding that there was no one around, he plucked up the courage to go over and walked up to the girl. In the moonlight, he could see the big black scar on the girl's face at a glance, and he sighed again.
"Why don't you speak?"
"Are you going to grind all these beans tonight?"
"I have good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear, little donkey?"
The girl froze again. This time, she raised her head and looked at the servant. Her cold eyes chilled people's hearts. The servant took two steps back and muttered, "It wasn't me who gave you the name. It was the young lady who gave you the name!"
At the mention of "Miss", the girl's aura became arrogant and excited, like a volcano about to erupt, but after a while it suddenly dimmed. She lowered her eyes, and her hands covered with blood sores clenched the grinding rod, her knuckles gnawing and creaking.
The servant wondered, "Did you know the young lady before and offend her?"
"Tell me about it!"
"Why is she targeting you so much? She even said that you stole her older brother. I'm not making fun of you, but is her brother blind?"
"Otherwise..." the servant murmured softly, "Who would be interested in you..."
Two lines of tears suddenly slid down the girl's eyes, but her face remained calm.
The servant was horrified when he saw this, "Don't cry, I'm not disgusted with you, I'm just telling the truth... Ugh, I'm not telling the truth either, I just... I just... do you understand?" The servant scratched his head.
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