Another half month later, Chun Ping had acclimated a lot; although she wasn't fond of speaking, occasionally she'd smile. The reason was unknown, but she got along the most with Song Shijiu, and often would follow along with her close by, sitting quietly. Song Shijiu was like a small dragon which had found its tail, and raised the corners of her proud mouth exceptionally aloofly. Many days had passed, and Song Shijiu had also gradually grasped some tricks. It wasn't clear if Chun Ping had some sort of congenital deficiency, but when she was about to exit the door and saw strangers, she was guaranteed to have a fever that night; but it would only last a single night, and the next morning, she'd once more be as lively as a dragon and as animated as a tiger. Although her mind was well, in the end, her body was weak; Song Shijiu didn't dare to disturb her, so she didn't take her out again. Fortunately, she wasn't too fond of wandering about all over, and mostly ...