Little lotus fell to the floor in exhaustion with its two hands tightly clutching onto the few books that he managed to save, with its teary eyes looking at Jun Wu Xie.
“Why do you hold these books so dear? What do you want them for?” Jun Wu Xie glanced over at the sobbing figure on the ground with her hands resting on her chin.
“It’s not for me, It’s for you, Master.” Little lotus sniffled.
Jun Wu Xie raised her eyebrows slightly.