The night is getting darker, and at night, white mist will appear in the valley.
Bai Mulin's Pigeon Garden was a little out of the way, and the two women didn't carry lanterns.
Qin'er followed her bumping and bumping all the way until she came to the square attic.
"Mu Lin." The woman paused, pulling Bai Mu Lin and asking in confusion, "What on earth are you going to do? This place is near the back of the valley. Mo Qingran said that you may encounter poisonous snakes accidentally."
She is not afraid herself, she is already covered in poison anyway!
"I have something to show you!" After Kuaiyu finished speaking, Bai Mulin remembered that she couldn't hear her at this time, so she had to endure it and took the woman's hand and wrote quickly on her palm.
That’s all, Qin’er laughed, “But I can’t see now either.”
Her breezy and leisurely look made the impatient Bai Mulin jump to her feet.
Then she quickly wrote on her hand: Wait for me here.
The woman nodded and stood outside the attic, and saw her entering in a hurry.
In fact, Mo Qingran didn't know that Bai Mulin usually used pigeons to exchange news with people outside, and she sorted out everything in the world and put it in her study.
But she hid her daughter's worries in the corner of the attic, not letting him see them at all.
After a while, the woman came out and thrust the small wooden brocade box into Qin'er's hand.
"What's inside...are those notes?" She knew what was inside without any further explanation.
Seeing the woman in front of her seeming to nod her head, Qin'er lowered her eyebrows and looked, realizing that she was in a dimly lit place, just like a blind man.
The person finally laughed and sighed, "If you give it to me now, I won't be able to see it until I recover."
Then there's no rush to give this box to her right away, right?
"I'm afraid I won't want to give it to you after today." Bai Mulin knew she couldn't hear, but she still said stubbornly. There was an indescribable emotion in her eyes when she looked at Qin'er.
She also didn't expect that all the things she knew were once just entertainment.
And I don't know when, I have become a person in the game, affected by those joys, angers, sorrows, and joys, and I can't extricate myself...
Taking Qin'er back the same way, she wrote on her palm along the way: Don't let Mo Qingran know.