Du Yundi looked out the window; outside, the autumn sky was clear and crisp, and the sun was splendid.
At this moment, they had nothing else they could do but wait. Instead of letting Du Yunluo sit inside, lost in thought and full of anxiety, it was better to let her go outside for a walk.
Du Yundi nodded and instructed Jin Rui to take care of her carefully.
Jin Rui followed Du Yunluo out of the side room.
Du Yunluo headed towards the bamboo forest, following her memory.
The rustling steps and the sunlight filtering through the bamboo leaves cast dappled shadows. This time, she walked much deeper than before, and then, she saw a somewhat dilapidated thatched hut in the forest.
Two people stood in front of the house.
One was a bald monk, and the other was a familiar figure—Mu Lianxiao.
With her hands covering her mouth, Du Yunluo stared wide-eyed in astonishment and was full of surprise and joy.
Mu Lianxiao and the monk heard the commotion too.
