The wild, alluring, tall, and slender woman was contemplating where her target had gone inside the red brick house.
Meanwhile, the 'target' was staying by the stream on the other side of the forest from the red brick house, sitting bare-footed with his feet in the stream, silently feeling the gentle coldness of the water.
Shannu looked at how peacefully her gongzi was relaxing and couldn't help but feel worried, hesitant on whether or not she should speak up about her worries.
At this time, a mountain breeze swept across them carrying with it the fresh smell of mud after the rain. Gazing upwards, one could see that the cedar forest on top of the hill was moving along with the wind. In between the dust kicked up by the wind, dried yellow leaves were swept up to the sky, moving over the hill of cedars, and went out of sight.
Gu Qing Shan watched as that happened, apparently recalling something from his past and said nothing.
