Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 98 Stop eating, bro will take you to get revenge!

Then she saw the person in the corner.

In a corner of the Mountain and Water Manor, under the shade of an ancient pine tree, a young man leaned back in a rattan chair, holding a teacup in his hand, his posture languid.

Long, black hair cascaded casually over his shoulders, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead, accentuating his angular face.

His eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples, his nose was high and straight like a knife's edge, and his thin lips were slightly pursed; he exuded an air of nonchalant nonchalance.

But those eyes were very bright.

Across the light barrier, across countless worlds, those eyes were looking at her, the corners of their mouths slightly upturned, carrying an indescribable smile.

The little girl stared at that face, her pupils trembling slightly.

That's her own face!

Young, flamboyant, with a hint of recklessness in his eyes.

The little girl's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She blinked hard, forcing back the moisture, bit her lip, and typed a line of text on the virtual keyboard.

Little girl: Seeing you all doing so well makes me happy!

The message was sent; the group chat was silent for a moment.

Wanwan was the first to react. She tilted her head and looked at the dirty little girl in the light screen, a mischievous smile appearing on her lips.

Witch Wanwan: Why does that sound so sour?

Nalan Yanran added: "It really is sour, like eating unripe grapes."

Lin Daiyu squatted by the flowerbed, half of the petals in her hand scattered, and looked up at the direction of the light screen, her misty eyebrows slightly relaxed.

Zi Ling crossed her arms and smiled.

Little Dragon Girl still had that aloof and otherworldly appearance, but her eyes curved slightly, as if she were smiling, or perhaps not.

Looking at those smiling faces, the little girl felt even more bittersweet.

The Shanshui Manor features blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and sunlight filtering through the clouds, casting golden patches on the bluestone ground.

Ancient pines, winding corridors, flowerbeds, waterfalls—everything is as beautiful as a painting.

The people in the painting are all dressed in fine clothes and eating delicious food, living a leisurely life. Some are drinking tea, some are admiring flowers, and some are burying flowers.

Looking at herself, she was dressed in tattered clothes, squatting against the wall, having not eaten a full meal for three days, her toes frozen purple.

They're both Ye Chen, so why is there such a huge difference between them?

The little girl took a deep breath, about to send another message to protest the injustice of fate.

The scene before my eyes suddenly distorted.

The landscape of Shanshui Manor is like being crumpled and unfolded by an invisible hand. The green bricks and gray tiles rapidly magnify in the field of vision, the branches of ancient pines sweep over your head, and the sunlight hits you in the face.

The next second, she was no longer standing on the bumpy bluestone road in the Big Dipper Starfield, but on the warm and smooth blue brick floor of the Mountain and Water Manor.

The little girl was stunned.

She looked down at her toes; one of her worn-out cloth shoes had been worn off, and her exposed toes were resting on the warm blue bricks, the warmth spreading from her feet all the way to her heart.

The sunlight shone on her, warm and comforting.

She looked up, and the entire landscape of the Mountain and Water Manor unfolded before her eyes, even more vividly than what she had seen on the light screen.

Blue bricks and gray tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners, ancient pines with twisted branches, and swirling mist.

Under the corridor, Wanwan held a wine glass and tilted her head to look at her. She was dressed in white, her black hair flowing like a waterfall.

Beside the flowerbed, Lin Daiyu still held a flower petal in her hand, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

Zi Ling walked down the steps, her purple skirt fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

Nalan Yanran stood with her hands behind her back under the ancient pine tree, her moon-white dress flowing like water across the bluestone ground.

Little Dragon Girl still maintained her aloof and otherworldly appearance, dressed in white as snow, with her back ramrod straight.

Five pairs of eyes fell on her simultaneously, filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of tenderness that was hard to define.

Before the little girl could even speak, her stomach made a sound for her.

A long, drawn-out gurgling sound was particularly clear in the quiet manor.

Wanwan was the first to laugh out loud. She put down her wine glass, turned around and walked into the house, leaving behind the words "Wait here." Her white-clad figure disappeared in a flash around the corner of the corridor.

Nalan Yanran walked over, squatted down in front of the little girl, and looked down at the dirty little girl.

There was no disdain in those star-like eyes, only a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Are you hungry?

The little girl nodded.

Nalan Yanran reached out and wiped the dust off her face with her sleeve.

A stain immediately appeared on her moon-white cuff, but she didn't care. After wiping it off, she wiped her hands as well.

Lin Daiyu also came over, scattered the flower petals in her hand on the ground, clapped her hands, bent down to look at the little girl, and her misty eyebrows relaxed.

"She's quite pretty, but a bit too thin."

Zi Ling also came over, resting her hands on her knees, tilting her head to examine it, and slightly raising the corners of her mouth.

"My other self as a child was quite cute, wasn't he?"

Little Dragon Girl stood at the very back and didn't come closer, but her clear, cold eyes were always fixed on this side. Her back was still straight, and her white clothes fluttered gently in the morning breeze.

The restaurant owner came out of the house carrying a tray with a bowl of hot porridge, a small dish of side dishes, two steamed buns, and a plate of cut fruit.

She placed the tray on the stone table under the corridor and waved to the little girl.

"Come and eat."

The little girl walked over, sat down on the stone bench, and brought the bowl of porridge to her lips.

The porridge was very hot, so she blew on it twice and put it in her mouth without caring whether it was too hot or not.

Wanwan sat down opposite her, resting her chin on her hands, watching her wolf down her food, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Nalan Yanran sat to the side, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and placed it on the table, gesturing for her to wipe her mouth.

Lin Daiyu then placed a small dish of side dish into her bowl, her actions as natural as if she were taking care of her own younger sister.

Zi Ling leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, a smile on her face.

Little Dragon Girl remained standing in the distance, but her gaze never left her.

As the little girl ate, she slowed down.

She held the bowl of porridge, her gaze sweeping over the faces in front of her, and suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

After a moment of silence, Wanwan spoke, her tone somewhat casual.

"So that uncle selling steamed buns just now, he kicked you?"

The little girl put down her porridge bowl, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and when she looked up, a sly glint flashed in her big, bright eyes.

"Actually, it wasn't that they kicked me!"

She paused, then her lips curled up slightly, revealing a mischievous smile that seemed out of place for her age.

"I am you all, you should be kicking all of us!"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

"You little rascal, you sure know how to talk."

Wanwan put down her wine glass, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and tilted her head to look at her.

The little girl picked up the porridge bowl, finished the last mouthful, took a bite of a steamed bun, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Just to be honest..."

Nalan Yanran stood up, her moon-white dress flowing like water as she rose.

She walked to the rattan chair next to her, looked down at the young man who was leaning back in the chair drinking tea, and gently kicked his calf.

"Did you hear that? You got kicked, aren't you going to get revenge?"

Ye Chen was holding a teacup when it was kicked, causing it to wobble and spill a few drops of tea onto his hand.

He raised his head, looked at Nalan Yanran's aloof and jade-like face, then glanced at the expressions of those waiting to see a good show in the corridor, and finally his gaze fell on that dirty little face.

The little girl was holding a steamed bun and munching on it, her cheeks bulging like a little squirrel, but her eyes were shining as she looked at him.

Ye Chen put down his teacup and sighed.

"What did I do to deserve this? I can't even sit here and drink tea without getting kicked."

Nalan Yanran did not answer, but looked down at him, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Wanwan picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and used the rim of the glass to hide the smile on her lips.

Lin Daiyu squatted by the flowerbed, scattered the last few petals in her hand into the pit, and clapped her hands.

Zi Ling leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips.

Little Dragon Girl still had that aloof and otherworldly appearance, but her eyes curved slightly.

Ye Chen felt a chill run down his spine under the gaze of those five eyes, and took a deep breath.

"OK."

He stood up and dusted off his robes.

"Fine, I give up!"

He walked down to the corridor, stopped in front of the little girl, and looked down at the dirty little girl.

The little girl tilted her head back, holding half a steamed bun in her hand, her mouth smeared with porridge, and her cheeks bulging.

Ye Chen reached out and wiped away the porridge stain with his thumb from the corner of her mouth, the action as casual as if he were doing something perfectly ordinary.

"Stop eating, bro, I'll take you to get revenge!"

The little girl paused for a moment, almost dropping the half-eaten steamed bun in her hand.

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