My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 8

At that time, I, who had faked my death to escape, was in the deep mountains with my master, competing to pick a century-old ginseng.

"Old man, I picked more than you."

"Hmph! This ginseng's older than yours. Look, it even has a baby face now," Master tossed me a Ginseng Sprite that looked like a child. The moment I saw it, I couldn't help but shed tears.

This Ginseng Sprite looked just like my child.

Was it a coincidence? Or was it the mercy of the heavens?

I hugged the Ginseng Sprite and cried uncontrollably.

"What... What's wrong?!"

Master was startled, apologizing while spinning around, "Alright, alright, I admit defeat! You picked more, you win, but I don't know how to cook, so you still have to cook. I want roast chicken!"

"Why is it that ever since you came back from outside, you burst into tears as if you have an automatic faucet installed?"

"Oh, stop crying! You'll make the Ginseng Sprite cry too. It's afraid of human crying, and if it dies, it won't be worth much!!"

Hearing that crying might kill the Ginseng Sprite, I quickly stopped crying.

I named the Ginseng Sprite Timmy, a name I had originally prepared for my child.

Master had no choice but to flip through ancient books, helping me take care of this legendary Ginseng Sprite.

One day, Master got injured while picking herbs again. At the same time, our food supplies had run out, so I took some herbs down the mountain to restock.

After buying the supplies, I remembered that Timmy had grown bigger and needed new clothes. My skills weren't great, so I planned to buy some new clothes for it, along with some toys, when I went down the mountain.

Just as I was about to head back, a black luxury car stopped in front of me. Sterling excitedly jumped out and rushed toward me, wanting to hug me.