The sun rose slowly, and Shao Zifeng's eyelashes quivered gently a few times.
Shao Zifeng's arm rested on his face, shielding his eyes, "Qiuqiu, what time is it..."
After waiting a while and getting no response, Shao Zifeng propped himself up slowly and sat up. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, looking around blankly at the endless grassland. The girl in a snow-white robe crouched by the edge of a huge pit, her white hair fluttering lightly, as she gently caressed the sapling with her fingers that emitted a soft green light.
Only then did Shao Zifeng realize where he was. He gently removed the small hand clutching his collar and curled up Beibei in his arms, placing it on his cloak.
He got up to check on Qiuqiu and Yaya, then walked behind the deer and said, "Good morning, little deer. Where are Lingling and Gjestaf?"
