Sang Chen's face turned pale as he stood at the bottom of the slope, speaking somewhat anxiously, "Lady, you should go back quickly. This place, this place is not suitable to linger."
Ran Yan nodded slightly and truly turned around to go back up the mountain.
"Wife!" Sang Chen hastily called out, "I, I sold a painting and calligraphy piece yesterday and made fifty guan. The money for the kiln has already been repaid."
Ran Yan looked down at him with an expectant look, like a child waiting for praise, his eyes as pure as a clear, washed sky. Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched slightly as she said coldly, "Rabbit!"
Sang Chen stared at Ran Yan's figure as it gradually disappeared among the grass and trees, his face full of bewilderment as he looked around the surrounding grass and muttered to himself, "There are no rabbits?"