Unconsciously, she fell asleep.
Next morning, Ran Yan woke to the morning bell and chanting from Yuncong Temple at the foot of the mountain. Just as she got up, Jing Hui came to find her.
Last night after handing over everything, Ran Yan insisted on keeping Huan Kong, waiting for Jing Hui to come.
Ran Yan still remembered her first impression of the nun a month ago, about thirty years old, tall and slim with a long neck, and a thin oval face. Her facial features appeared extraordinarily plain against her dark robe, utterly unremarkable.
This time, Ran Yan carefully observed Jing Hui without showing her thoughts. She still looked the same, her features well-arranged, not beautiful but not bad either, carrying a gentle demeanor. Her clothes were clean, with hardly any mud on her shoes.
Ran Yan ordered Ge Lan to brew tea while she chatted with Jing Hui about numerous things related to Huan Kong.
