Accompanying Qinglin-Someone Else Had Their Eye on Qinglin Again. How Could That Be Allowed?

Sigh.

He could not help touching the Small Pagoda, because Qing Yanjing was inside.

The sunlight seemed to have dimmed, and even the wind appeared to have stopped moving.

Meng Chen suddenly felt as though he could barely breathe, so he left the meditation chamber—and even his entire residence—and entered the bamboo grove.

The bamboo grove was quiet as well, but at least there was wind.

Meng Chen walked some distance along the path, then suddenly spotted a pavilion and sat down on a stone bench inside.

Even in broad daylight, the stone bench was surprisingly cool. For some reason, the pavilion also carried a refreshing chill despite the midday heat, leaving him clear-headed and at ease.

Meng Chen immediately felt much better.

After sitting quietly for a while, he suddenly heard a sigh.

The sigh was childish, and familiar.

Meng Chen followed the sound and, sure enough, saw a small figure.

The figure was crouched on the ground, arms wrapped around her legs, head lowered, chin resting on her knees. She looked like a little sparrow with rain-soaked feathers, curled up beneath an eave to shelter from the rain.

"Qinglin?"

Meng Chen called out.

The little girl squatting on the ground abruptly raised her head.

Qinglin was delighted. She immediately ran to Meng Chen and threw herself into his arms like a fledgling returning to its nest. "Young Master, why are you here too?"

Meng Chen had clearly seen how lonely she looked moments ago, yet now she was so overjoyed. Something deep in his heart softened fiercely.

He bent down, picked Qinglin up, and set her on a bluestone. Then he said, "I felt like taking a walk. What about you? Why are you squatting here alone? Isn't Sister Xiao Yi Xian keeping you company?"

Qinglin lowered her