Late at night, Qingqing lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
She recalled the dream she had in the inn before, where she was a naive young nun, and Chu Xuan was the playful little monk who amused her.
They met, got to know each other, fell in love, and eventually lived together harmoniously, having many children.
The warmth, the romance, the beauty in that dream still felt incredibly vivid now, making Qingqing's lips curve into a slight smile.
"The young nun walked on the single-plank bridge, looking back to find herself halfway up the mountain."
"Following the mountain path, missing the ancient village path, seeing a monk's temple..."
Once she finished humming the tune, for some unknown reason, her face was already streaked with tears.
In the end, Qingqing stayed awake the entire night.
...
Early the next morning, Granny Yinhua was already waiting outside the door.
