At each end of the wall, there is a nunnery where the nun resides and at the other, a temple where the monk lives.

She gazed outside the temple for quite a while as sunlight poured over her.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of hooves and saw a horse-drawn carriage slowly coming out from the monk’s temple.

Perhaps it’s a male incense guest visiting the temple.

That’s what she thought.

The carriage suddenly stopped and didn’t move.

She had already withdrawn her gaze but noticed that the woman handling the carriage looked over in her direction.

From the silhouette, it’s clear she is a woman, but the other was wrapped tightly in a black cloak, obscuring her appearance.

Dong Huiying stood on her tiptoes to pick a handful of sour fruits from the tree, wiped them with her sleeve, then tossed one into her mouth, immediately scrunching her face at the sourness.

A pale and slender hand pulled back the curtain of the carriage, opening just a small gap.

She couldn’t see the person inside the carriage, but the hand was indeed beautiful.

She couldn’t help but think of Master Lianger Liang Shuyu, whose hands were like this too.

Even though Master Lianger was no longer as sickly as before, his body remained somewhat frail, his fair skin often pale. Master Lianger’s hands were strikingly beautiful, capable of enamoring those with a fondness for hands.

"What are you staring at me for?"

She chewed the sour fruit, perplexedly looking at the carriage.

A soft cough emanated from the carriage, and that hand retracted.

The woman in the cloak paused for a moment and then lowered her voice.

"Miss, is that fruit tasty?"

Dong Huiying wondered if they were eyeing the fruit in her hand.

She generously tossed one toward them.

The coachman seemed skilled, effortlessly catching it with a raised hand.

Dong Huiying: "You can try it."

Her little eyes gleamed with mischief, seeking to share the burden.

But the coachman didn’t eat the sour fruit; instead, another gentle cough came from the carriage’s rear, and that pale, slender hand reached out once more.

This time, Dong Huiying glimpsed a hint of white sleeve, suggesting perhaps the person inside wore white?

The woman in the cloak placed the sour fruit on this hand’s palm.

The hand grasped the sour fruit and withdrew behind the curtain.

Shortly thereafter. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Ah Lian, let’s go."

This voice was unguarded.

Dong Huiying was suddenly stunned.

Ah Lian, in her cloak, froze too but still followed the master’s command and raised the whip.

Dong Huiying was initially smiling, but her expression turned blank as she stepped forward and blocked the path of the carriage.

Ah Lian hurriedly grasped the reins to prevent the horses from charging at the girl ahead.

Dong Huiying looked toward the carriage, "Xiao Qinghe?"

She then looked at the cloaked person outside the carriage, "Ah Lian?"

Ah Lian was still in shock, while inside the carriage, Qinghe looked down at the sour fruit in his palm—a small, unripe fruit resembling a green date, though its surface was mottled with a brownish tint.

He was momentarily dazed and slowly clenched his fingers, holding the sour fruit tightly in his palm.

"It’s me."

He admitted.

Soon after, there was movement inside the carriage, and Ah Lian swiftly jumped down, lifted the curtain, and respectfully invited the person inside to alight.

When they saw the man dressed in white, his hair unbound.

Just as Dong Huiying remembered, amidst all the snowy white, there was only one point of black—the ferocious black jade hanging from his waist.

Qinghe and the servant stood by the carriage; this man still refined and cold, his face just as Dong Huiying remembered—like a blend of the Liang Family Brothers.