Packing up the target and walking into the village, Chen Fan could feel the village was much livelier. Not far away, the sound of children's frolicking and mothers' scolding could be faintly heard.
In a daze, it gave people an illusion that it was not the end of the world now.
Chen Fan smiled and shook his head, heading towards home. After dinner, he would go find Uncle Zhang to practice spear techniques.
"Uh, Chen, Chen Fan?"
Just then, a clear and melodious voice, like that of a golden oriole, sounded behind him.
Chen Fan turned around and saw, under the night sky, a long-haired woman was looking at him timidly.
"Is it her?"
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
The woman in front of him was the very Meng Yu that Uncle Qin had mentioned before.
Back then, she gave him a strange feeling, which led to misunderstandings among people, but in the past two days, he was so engrossed in martial arts that he almost forgot about it.
"You're looking for me?"
"Yes."
