The setting sun shines obliquely on the camp gate, and looking inside, the tent tops glisten.
The originally austere camp now seemed to Tang Xiaobai like a warm homecoming.
Before she even got close, she saw the camp gate open wide, and a few riders galloped out.
At the forefront was Li Mu.
Today he wore a suit of bamboo green, appearing somewhat refined, but his posture on horseback revealed a cold sharpness. The blend of these contrasting qualities was especially captivating.
Tang Xiaobai recalled how Chen Xiaolian knelt to her little ancestor that morning, hurried yet with a hint of shyness.
At that moment, she suddenly realized that her little ancestor had indeed grown up.
While she was lost in thought, in the blink of an eye, Li Mu was already in front of her.
He looked her over, slightly furrowed his brows, and asked, "Tired?" She seemed to be in low spirits.
Tang Xiaobai snapped back to reality, shook her head, and asked, "Is Mr. Lv settled in?"
