When Lin Chushui had free time, he would be here, mimicking Lin Caisang by picking fruits from the mountain. They would make dried fruits and then, during meals with Lin Changfeng, he would learn some characters from him.
When Ya Molian arrived, the two were having breakfast, and they were surprised to see him.
"Brother Molian, what brings you here?"
Lin Changfeng put down his bowl and asked Ya Molian.
"You're here early today. Sangsang hasn't come up the mountain yet; she's probably still sleeping at home."
Hearing this, Ya Molian's face turned black. That girl wasn't sleeping at all; she was nowhere to be found at home. He had come up the Manghuang Mountain after hearing Lin Changhong's words!
But at this moment, there was no sight of the little girl on the mountain. Where could she have gone?
Thinking about the places she might have gone to, his face darkened even more.