But suddenly, he paused and turned his head toward the entrance of the Osmanthus Forest.
Soon, the immature sounds of conversation reached his ears.
"Xu Qing, why are you walking so slowly? Hurry up. This bluestone isn't even that high; what are you afraid of? Just jump down like me. And to think you are a boy, pah, just a bookworm."
"Yu Nuang, wait for me, wait for me. I'd better be steady, or I'll tear my clothes again."
Before long, two children were hopping and entering the Osmanthus Forest.
From a distance among the trees, beneath the osmanthus tied with red strings, Lin Wenruo silently watched.
He saw that the two children were a boy and a girl.
They both seemed to be about eight or nine years old.
The boy was dressed in a fitting little scholar's attire, the garb of the offspring of a well-off scholarly family from Luojing City,
while the girl was dressed in a faded white, simple but clean Daoist robe, a little Daoist nun.
