Two years had already passed.
Whenever Jing Jiu reached a city, he would have a hotpot meal.
Zhao Layue's not asking did not mean she would not think about it.
Jing Jiu did not answer her question.
Because even now, he did not know whether he wanted to see that person in a hotpot restaurant, or whether this had simply become a habit.
Suddenly, music rang out, tinkling like spring water, falling upon the ears and echoing in the heart, incomparably clear.
The music was exquisite, but this was a hotpot restaurant, and it felt incongruous no matter what, even though Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were sitting in a private room.
Jing Jiu put on his bamboo hat.
Zhao Layue also took her bamboo hat and put it on.
After passing Yuzhou, they had traveled more and more slowly, so the things concealing their heads and faces had changed from gray cloth back to bamboo hats.
Everyone who had seen their faces afterward had died, so even now, the Pure Heaven Bureau's portraits still depicted how they had looked at Precious Tree Residence.
The door opened, accompanied by a soft gasp of surprise.
A young girl stood outside, holding a pipa. She was very petite, and her plain-colored clothes looked a little too large. A white jasmine flower was tucked into her hair at the temple, giving her a simple, fresh appearance.
Zhao Layue recalled trying on Grandmaster Uncle Jingyang's clothes atop Divine End Peak, and placed a few copper coins on the table.
The girl hesitated a little, then walked to the table, collected the coins, and said quickly in a low voice, "Someone intends to harm you both. Please be careful."
"Raise your head," Zhao Layue said.
The girl paused, then obeyed, revealing a delicate, lovely little