Qu Feiyan chuckled upon hearing his words, "It's clearly you who wants those poisonous bees, yet you claim it's to help me catch them."
She instantly saw through Zhao Rong's thoughts.
Then, pointing at the door, she said,
"The top of the door is thatched, the ceiling looks like a lid, and there's a wooden pillar under the door; isn't that just like the character 'Rong'?"
"Being in this mountain, I wasn't wrong, right?"
Zhao Rong pondered for a moment and indeed, it was as she said, "Interesting, did you just think of that?"
"Not really..."
"I often come to see Zhao, and every time I pass this door, thinking of Rong still in Central Plains, separated by a thousand miles, it just comes to me."
After saying this, she turned her head and looked up.
Zhao Rong saw that delicate little face and those expressive eyes, and promptly promised, "Next time I go up Mount Hua, I'll take you to catch fireflies."
"Great! I've never been to Mount Hua before."
