At each end of the wall, there is a nunnery where the nun resides and at the other, a temple where the monk lives.
She gazed outside the temple for quite a while as sunlight poured over her.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of hooves and saw a horse-drawn carriage slowly coming out from the monk's temple.
Perhaps it's a male incense guest visiting the temple.
That's what she thought.
The carriage suddenly stopped and didn't move.
She had already withdrawn her gaze but noticed that the woman handling the carriage looked over in her direction.
From the silhouette, it's clear she is a woman, but the other was wrapped tightly in a black cloak, obscuring her appearance.
Dong Huiying stood on her tiptoes to pick a handful of sour fruits from the tree, wiped them with her sleeve, then tossed one into her mouth, immediately scrunching her face at the sourness.
A pale and slender hand pulled back the curtain of the carriage, opening just a small gap.
