Lin Jinming touched his nose and chuckled, "I have four."
"Alright."
Lin Jinyang was persuaded by the two, took a deep breath, and made a decision, "As you both said, let's go out."
"Yay!"
The laughter of the young boy and girl, along with the three little elves, rang out endlessly.
*
In the deep night, at the edge of the Scarlet Mountain Range, Mu Fan and Qing Yuan leaned against the stone wall in a hidden cave between the cliff and precipice, resting with their eyes closed.
"Chirp chirp."
A crisp bird song from the woods outside the cave reached Qing Yuan's ears. Her thick, long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Master, Lin Ruize has sneaked out of the Duke of Zhen's mansion and is heading to the southern border to look for you," the playful voice of the Little Kingfisher soon followed.
"This child, never having ventured far from home, is so bold now," Qing Yuan sighed helplessly. "Where is he now?"
"Jinling."
