"There are thousands of paths in the world, and Yunlang Mountain has its own open road."
".... Oh." Pei Ye paused, then returned to his senses and took a light breath, "Thank you, Miss Ming, for all the trouble I keep causing you.... It's getting late, you should rest early."
Ming Qi Tian shook her head, indicating it was nothing. Pei Ye leaned back against the tree again, taking advantage of the firelight to pull out paper and pen, and began to list something methodically.
His lips were pressed into a thin line, and in the play of light and shadow, his profile resembled a frozen statue.
These were all the clues he had gathered and inferred over the past two days; now, after adding what the woman had said, the young man stopped writing and stared motionless at the sheet of paper.
