Early the next morning, Zhiyan rose from bed, finished washing, and then walked out the door.
"Little Yanyan, good morning," Reverend Ye Wen stood in the backyard, heard the sound of the door opening, and turned around with a smile. His silver eyes swept over her, filled with curiosity.
"Good morning, Master, uh, what's up?" Zhiyan replied with a beaming smile.
"Did Little Yanyan dream of something last night? It's the first time I heard you laugh so joyfully," Reverend Ye Wen asked. He had suddenly heard her laughter deep in the night, and if he hadn't just finished his cultivation and been getting ready for bed, he really would have thought it was an illusion.
In daily life, this girl would never laugh so heartily.
"Uh, really? Maybe I was deeply asleep." Zhiyan was slightly taken aback, her little face flushing with a suspicious redness—fortunately, the events prior to that hadn't been overheard.
