At the foot of Misty Mountain.
Chu Yuan was making his way step by step toward the mountain gate.
With a candied haw gourd hanging from his mouth.
He was in high spirits.
As he walked, he hummed an unnamed ditty.
"The innkeeper is really too courteous, another table full of delicacies, the taste is truly wonderful, ah, there are indeed many good people," he mumbled to himself.
"When leaving, he even said, 'Welcome to come again next time.' We agreed, so if I don't go next time, wouldn't it seem like I'm being indifferent? I must go next time!"
Chu Yuan murmured a few words, then lifted his head to glance at the mountain above.
Having been out for almost a day, that kid Zhang Han, he must still be contemplating loneliness, right?
Definitely still contemplating loneliness.
The traces he casually sketched out, if they're not for contemplating loneliness, then what could they be for?
Could he possibly have grasped some profound principle?
Don't joke around.
