Dou Dou transformed into a light, brisk Yin Wind, drifting out through the balcony window, instantly blending into the morning light of Xiajing.
The March wind carried the unique smokiness of the alley, wrapped with the aroma of freshly made fried dough sticks and the rich scent of soy milk, suddenly drilling into her nostrils.
Curiously, she swayed her form, looking down. Below, the alleys appeared like winding bluish-gray ribbons, the doors of the old courtyard houses tightly shut, the stone lions on the steps smoothed by the years. Occasionally, elderly people in morning exercise attire strolled leisurely by, carrying bird cages, the songbird inside singing crisply and loudly.
"Where is Potato?" Dou Dou mumbled, closing her eyes, activating the breath within her linked to Shen Siyuan.
Soon, a familiar warm aura came from the north. She immediately determined the direction, drifting like a nimble little kite heading towards Luo'er Alley.
