What is there in the mountains? Pine cones brewing wine, and spring water boiling tea.
Ten miles of lotus flowers, clear breeze mirroring the water, and bright moonlight like heavenly robes.
When the plum blossoms fall, the drizzle drifts. Walking through the forest leads to a very secluded path. The woman pointed into the distance at a solitary light at the end of the path and smiled, saying, "Look, that's my home. Would you like to come over for a cup of tea?"
Home—the very word sounded so distant and unfamiliar in Jiang Qianyue's ears...
Liuyun's gaze was still fixed on that distant light as she continued, "The light is still on. The person inside probably hasn't gone to bed yet. Are they waiting for you?"
The woman gave a noncommittal response and took the lead, walking toward the house.
Inside the small cottage, a single lamp flickered, casting the silhouette of a woman—dressed in coarse cloth, with delicately drawn eyebrows, mending clothes by the light of the lamp.
It wasn't until the group reached the door that the woman looked up. Seeing Liuyun push the door open, her surprise turned to joy. A smile instantly bloomed on her face as she stood up to welcome them. Liuyun made a brief introduction, and the woman didn't ask any more questions, turning away to brew some tea.
They say the moon is roundest on the sixteenth rather than the fifteenth. The soft moonlight enveloped both the wooden cottage and the distant sea surface.
Chapter 73