C705 The Daily Life of a Fishing Town in the Spring(5)

"What young master Mary..."

Mary waved her small hands and smiled softly.

"I have never met her a few times. The last time we met was a few months ago. She should have forgotten about me a long time ago."

"I think these clay pots should be... Hmm... she probably sent them over accidentally?"

"Mary..." Lucifinil flipped the dead fish over and looked at Mary