Early February of spring, the misty rain soaked Jiangnan, dry grass occupied the fields, making it impossible to see the tender green of newly sprouted grass. The mountains, water, villages, trees, cattle, people, small bridges, and streams here... everything was hazy and indistinct in the rain and fog.
This time Yueyao's outing was not a guise of dressing as a man, but rather accompanied by an entourage of dozens. The places she visited were all cleared out.
Xiang Wei noticed Yueyao's melancholic expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yueyao gazed into the distance, speaking after a long while, "It's nothing, just recalling some things." She remembered the days her father took her out to play. If her parents were still here, they would certainly be very happy to see her achieve what she has today.
