When Gu Qinghuan returned with the warmed rice balls, the person on the bamboo couch was already awake.
Pi Yanlin was half-leaning against the pillows, an old book with a moldy smell unfolded on his knees, and the Jade Talisman cast a dark red shadow under the candlelight.
In his left hand, he pinched a scrap of paper—the very one she had tucked into her sleeve the previous night. At this moment, its edges were stained a light brown by tea, but the three characters "Canglong Valley" stood out with increasing clarity.
Chapter 208