บท 636: Chapter 317 Zhu Suji_1

The Little Monk pouted his lips, his eyes rims reddening and his eyebrows furrowed into a twisted rope. His shaved head gleamed, illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the glass window.

If she didn't pay attention to his baldness and the scars on his head, Qian Yixiu felt he looked like her own younger brother, wronged and aggrieved.

She felt sorry for him. From the first moment she saw him, she felt a pang of compassion, even though at the time he was acting all high and mighty.

Seeing the Little Monk sit gloomily by the desk, Qian Yixiu laughed and asked, "What's wrong, did you fail to learn your astronomy well, and got scolded to tears by your master?"