At the thought of it, Temari felt so wronged she wanted to cry.
Temari did not understand the major affairs of villages and nations. Her little mind simply could not figure out why she had been sent to Konoha like merchandise. And the reason she had been sent here left her on the verge of tears—she was to be a maid...
Although the people who had brought her here had not put it so bluntly, little Temari had still understood the meaning behind their words.
It left Temari feeling miserable, with no idea what kind of life awaited her.
Though her feelings were complicated, Temari was still drawn in by everything Konoha had to offer.
There were no raging sandstorms that filled the sky, no fierce winds that forced people to stay indoors. Everywhere she looked was green. There was no sand, no rocks baking beneath the sun.
The streets were not as deserted as those of Sunagakure; they were bustling and lively. Smiling faces filled the crowds, a sight that could not be found in Sunagakure.
She had always heard that Konoha was wealthy and prosperous, and now Temari had truly seen it for herself. Unfortunately, she could not bring herself to feel happy. Whenever she thought of how she might soon become someone else's little maid, she wanted to cry.
"Temari."
"Sister Diqin."
Ronglin did not pay much attention to Temari's affairs. In truth, ever since Temari arrived in Konoha, Uchiha Diqin had been the one arranging things for and looking after her.
"How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable or unaccustomed to anything?"
Uchiha Diqin took the somewhat restrained Temari by the hand and sat her down, smiling as she asked.
"No, I'm fine."
Temari's heart jolted, and she hurriedly shook her head.
Before coming here, she