"Young Master Zhong, these are some dried fruits I personally selected. Please have a taste."
By a large river, several carriages were gathered, with guards and servants setting up camp and starting fires to cook.
Zhong Lin was sitting cross-legged on a green stone, meditating and cultivating. A girl of about sixteen or seventeen came over to deliver the dried fruits.
She wasn't tall, but her figure was curvy like a gourd, with big, adorable eyes and fair skin. At this moment, she was looking at Zhong Lin shyly.
Zhong Lin took the dried fruits with a smile, and during the exchange, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he touched the girl's fingers. The girl blushed instantly as if she had been shocked.
"Thank you, Miss Lin."
"No... no need to thank me. If it weren't for you, Young Master Zhong, our family might have met with disaster long ago. It's just a small gesture, not worthy of thanks."
Miss Lin's voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, clear and pleasant.
