Hearing him speak so earnestly, she finally looked up at him: "Travel together? Does Mr. Miluo have no other matters to attend to?"
Indeed, the matters he had to deal with could be described as mountainous, and even today's mediation was especially arranged by setting aside time. But the thought of traveling with her warmed his heart a bit.
"These are not major issues. How about it? I am quite serious with my suggestion."
She sighed: "Then I can only seriously decline. I do not even know when I will be able to leave Hidden Stream, well, perhaps after this crisis has ended. My next destination is the Great Snow Mountain in the northwest; it's impossible that your path could coincide with mine." This was true; factors of local warfare complicated her plans, delaying her departure date indefinitely.
Great Snow Mountain? Why would she go to the Great Snow Mountain? Mr. Miluo supported his chin with his hand, pondering.
