Upon arrival, Bai Qingyue examined the patch of land before him. There was an orchard, with the trees rooted in a disorderly fashion, giving a more natural air than a manmade one. Further along was a herb garden, emitting a familiar fragrance that he had already come to associate with Li Meirong.
Li Meirong sucked in a breath of fresh air as she finally reached her shelter, carrying her troublesome fox familiar in her arms.
The fox cub's mouth stretched thin and his button nose wiggled in a display of aversion at the sight of the poorly-made cabin.
Did his wife reside in this trash pile?
The silent question was soon answered as Li Meirong's footsteps quickened, her glee apparent as she reached the badly-built door and unlatched the wooden handle. Her previous nervousness and sullen mood had slowly disappeared since the crane had landed.
