By the time they left Chongli Pass, it was already evening.
The distant sunset fell beyond the mountains, with deep blue hues rising on the land and distant mountains outside the outline of the sunset.
Campfires were lit in front of tents in the military market, and even before the sky completely darkened, there were soldiers taking leave, already drunk.
Chen Ji and Zhang Xia walked side by side ahead, while Xiao Man and the little monk followed behind, murmuring.
Staring at the hands Chen Ji and Zhang Xia were holding, Xiao Man murmured to the little monk, "Tell me secretly what the young master was thinking just now."
The little monk hastily replied, "I cannot say."
Xiao Man insisted, "Then tell me what Sister Axia was thinking just now."
Still refusing, the little monk said, "I can't say this either."
Xiao Man rolled her eyes, "Then I'll guess myself, you don't have to talk, just tell me whether my guess is right or not, that's okay, right?"
