The carriage couldn't go directly up the mountain, so getting to the temple was never easy.
Pei Yan didn't let Mei Wanying and Ling accompany him. He rode out of the city alone, keeping a low profile.
Shortly after he left, a heavy rain began to fall.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared. The once-clear sky filled with dark, oppressive clouds, making it seem as if night had fallen.
Ling had never seen anything like it in her life and hid in Mei Wanying's arms, terrified.
But she hadn't forgotten Pei Yan. Ling said worriedly, "Papa... not home..."
Though terrified herself, she still craned her little neck to look outside, hoping to see if her papa had returned.
Those innocent eyes were filled with worry.
Blood ties were a wondrous thing. Pei Yan hadn't been in her life for long and had even played tricks on her, yet Ling still cared for him and wished him well.
"Papa, come back soon..."
The little one mumbled, "Don't let the wolves... carry him away..."
