"Eighth Junior Sister, why are you running?"
As this voice rang out, the shadow seemed to run even faster.
Warm sunshine scattered across No-Sword Peak as Su Bei arrived at the peach orchard behind the pigsty.
Then, his eyes widened in surprise. It had only been two days since his last visit; how had a straw-thatched hut appeared nearby?
The peach orchard was well-tended, its branches swaying gently in the wind. Bathed in the deep red glow of dusk, tender buds had already sprouted, and one could faintly hear someone humming.
Su Bei then caught sight of something within the shadows of the trees, as if three thousand strands of white hair were fluttering in the air.
Dan Wulan stood on tiptoe, holding a watering can, her cool eyes narrowed. Although her expression remained cold, the slight upward curve of her lips suggested she was in a good mood.
Then, Dan Wulan's ears twitched slightly. She turned to look at Su Bei, her long lashes fluttering once.
