Counting the day's earnings, Jin Qianqian's mouth split into a huge grin, and the dimples on her cheeks deepened.
"Look at you, you little money-grubber. Just a few copper coins can make you this happy for so long." Though Ancient Wen Heng's words were teasing, his hands moved quickly, stringing together 100 copper coins at a time.
"But this is money I earned through my own labor, so of course it means something different. This is my life's first pot of gold! How could I not be happy?"
These past few days, Ancient Wen Heng had also noticed some subtle changes in Jin Qianqian. She seemed to have a greater sense of belonging now. Before, although she seemed to be earnestly trying to fit into their new life, there was always something missing.
This more down-to-earth Jin Qianqian seemed more vibrant, and even more like the young girl she used to be.
Noticing Ancient Wen Heng's gaze, Jin Qianqian quickly touched her face. "Is my face smudged with ash?"
