A few young girls were chatting about skincare in the pavilion until nearly sunset, urged several times by the maids but still reluctant to stop, promising to gather again next time.
Now everyone had to hurry back to the city, for the gates would be closed after sunset.
Lin Wanwan was not in a hurry; Cao would leave tomorrow, and Qingyu had attended Cao's class for free during regular time. Naturally, she wanted to give Cao a proper send-off, so she would stay at Ge Xian Temple with Sun tonight.
While the city cared about the gate's timing, the mountain did not.
After parting with the young ladies, Lin Wanwan turned back to find Sun. She had only walked a few steps when she suddenly heard a sobbing sound.
The cold wind blew, making Lin Wanwan's scalp tighten; how could anyone be crying in such a place? Moreover, everyone should be descending the mountain now — city people rushing to the city, villagers hurrying home — why would anyone remain?
