As noon approached, the sun gradually became scorching.
A large tree stood next to Zheng Zhilan's courtyard, its roots entrenched for many years. It was now lush and leafy, with only a few streaks of sunlight piercing through. The tree was filled with the chirping of cicadas and the chatter of fledgling birds during this summertime.
Wisps of smoke rose from the nearby cabin.
Tuanzi stood under the tree, craning her neck high, staring intently at a certain spot on the tree without blinking.
Suddenly, she stepped back a few paces. After a running start, she leaped gracefully into the air. THUMP! She hugged the tree trunk at a spot over a meter from the ground, still looking up... and began to daydream for two minutes.
「Two minutes later.」
Qinghe strolled over, gently supporting her little bottom and helping her climb higher.
