When little Ling’Er recovered her memory again, she found herself standing outside the guest house courtyard wall. Her body was still wearing that exquisite dress. The water vapor from when she took a bath hadn’t completely gone; it was just that… with the backdrop of a setting sun, that slender figure appeared to be so lonely and filled with grief.
After staring blankly for a few moments, Little Ling’Er’s stupefied brain gradually cleared up. A strange smile hung on the corner of that young woman’s mouth before she strode towards a certain direction in the county.
Meanwhile, Wang Lu and Wen Bao, squatting in a secluded alley, were each savoring some steamed cake and cooked meat.
“Senior Brother Wang Lu, do you think Sister Ling… is really okay?”
