Shen Mubai seemed deep in ancient memories and didn't notice Yu Qingyan.
Yu Qingyan followed his gaze, looking at Yun Ran for a moment, and called him again, her voice soft and gentle, like a spring breeze.
Shen Mubai finally snapped out of it, looked down at her, "What's wrong, Qing'er?"
"You said this morning you'd accompany me to the mountain to gather medicine. I see it's getting late, so I wanted to ask when we're setting off?"
Shen Mubai obviously forgot about this, a hint of apology crossing his eyes, "Qing'er, we'll set off right now."
After speaking, he gave Yun Ran one last look, then turned to walk out of the crowd.
Yu Qingyan watched his back, couldn't help but glance at Yun Ran again, her expression obscure and unfathomable.
Yun Ran earned three thousand taels of gold and was in a joyful mood, deciding to hunt a mountain chicken and make beggar's chicken to reward herself.
She had just pushed Nangong Mo two steps when she was stopped.
