"Mrs. Jing?" he called out loudly.
"Yes?" Zhuang Jing responded.
Gu Ran sighed with relief, "I'll wait for you outside."
"Okay."
He returned outside the tent, gazing into the distance while choosing the next tent to visit, lost in thought.
He had stopped wondering if this was a Black Dragon Dream; there was no point in pondering, he might as well treat it as one.
Unfortunately, he couldn't bring Su Qing, He Qingyan, Chen Ke, and Yan Hanxiang in with him.
Inside the tent, Zhuang Jing put on her clothes. She had slept in them last night—or perhaps the night before. They were just a comfortable T-shirt and shorts, easy to wear.
As she brushed her black hair out of her T-shirt, one of the three thousand women spoke up.
"Youth's black hair turns to evening's snow."
"Time spurs on like a steed unleashed."
"This year's fallen blossoms change their hue, next year who will witness them anew?"
Zhuang Jing glanced at her own black hair, her gaze then shifting to Luo Zu.
