The girl was light; he had no trouble holding her.
He did not know, however, that ever since Mu Yuejuan fell, the girl he was holding had turned into bamboo.
Mu Yuejuan and Feng Chongli continued on their way. Feng Chongli glanced back at the bamboo building and asked, "How long have you known this man?"
Mu Yuejuan thought for a moment, "About half a year."
Feng Chongli said, "Has he always been sleeping on this bamboo?"
Mu Yuejuan replied, "That's not exactly how it is. This bamboo was drawn by me, in my drawing, there's no difference between the bamboo and me."
They walked out of the scroll and came to a room.
Looking around, it seemed to still be in Greenwater City, probably in an old house in the South Round Bamboo Square. The house had no furnishings; there was a table by the bed with a dish of pickles and two moldy buns on it.
