Bab 78: Little Lotus

It had been two years.

Jing Jiu had to eat a meal of hotpot whenever they came to a new city.

Zhao Layue didn't ask, though it didn't mean she hadn't wondered about it.

Jing Jiu didn't answered her questions.

It was because Jing Jiu still wasn't sure his coming to the hotpot restaurant was to see that person or just a habit.

Suddenly, a piece of music rang out, sounding like the ding-dong sound of spring water falling into the ears and onto the heart, extraordinarily crisp and clean.

The music was incredibly beautiful. Yet this was a hotpot restaurant; such music wasn't suitable for this place, not even for the private room where Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were sitting.

Jing Jiu put on the conical hat.

Zhao Layue also took her conical hat and put it on.

After having passed Yizhou, they began traveling at a slower place, so the covers on their heads changed from gray cloths back into the conical hats.