The moon shone bright and the stars were sparse.
In the distance, wild beasts let out roars one after another.
The wind wailed like the mourning of ghosts.
The little maid was naturally timid, and upon hearing these sounds, her whole body shivered, her almond eyes brimming with fear.
Yet even so, she stubbornly stood at the mountain gate, gazing into the distance, having waited for a very, very long time.
Not until her face went pale and the sky began to brighten did she reluctantly leave this place.
On her back, she carried a basket filled with various herbs, some for stopping bleeding, others simply for healing wounds...
Each one had been collected with great difficulty from the back mountain.
In her childhood, with her family very poor, Ling'er's mother would always carry her up the mountain to gather herbs.
In time, she came to know quite a few medicinal plants.
