The autumn air was clean and crisp, the sky as if washed pristine and clear. Bursts of gentle breeze swept through, bringing a fresh scent that invigorated the senses with each breath.
As Yueying walked along deep in thought with her head bowed, Cai Lan nudged her and reminded, "Miss, Third Young Lady is still up on the mountain!" They continued walking down, while Third Young Lady stood above and had not yet descended.
Yueying turned her head and saw Yueyao a few meters away; she hurriedly called out, "Third younger sister, third younger sister, what are you doing there?"
Yueyao, brought back to her senses, looked around. No longer admiring the scenery, she followed Yueying down the mountain. Midway, a strong wind arose, causing the leaves to fall and twirl wildly in the air... many landing upon Yueyao.
