At the break of dawn, Lin Qingluo woke up early, headed to the well, and helped Grandma Liu fetch water, which she then poured into a large vat.
After a peaceful night's sleep, she was in high spirits, carrying the water bucket and humming a ditty from her hometown softly to herself.
Mu Fan stirred awake at the sound of her singing, wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, hopped off the bed, rushed out from the room, and ran towards the well.
"Sister."
He dashed over in one breath, embraced her from behind, leaned his forehead against her shoulder, and, once again, tears started to flow uncontrollably.
"Clank."
The wooden bucket in Lin Qingluo's hands fell to the ground, her breath faltered for a moment, "Mu Fan, have you remembered your past life?"
"Yes."
Mu Fan whispered softly, "The Su Clan, the gorge, the bamboo hut, the separate yard, the Empress Mother, Father, I remember everything."
Lin Qingluo felt her heart quiver, "Did you see them in your dreams?"