Lu Ying was silent for a moment and said, "Come here and kowtow to pay respects."
His attitude was so resolute that Shen Yinning had no choice but to walk down to the riverbank and join him in honoring her parents and elder brother.
As they walked back, although the sky was filled with stars, the night was treacherous with dark shadows of trembling trees, and the mountain steps leading to Shengguo Temple were especially steep and perilous.
Lu Ying carried a lantern and walked ahead, but soon noticed the footsteps behind him growing faint.
He turned back to look and saw that little trickster sitting on the steps, one hand clutching her elaborate dress, tears brimming in her eyes.
Shen Yinning looked up at him, aggrieved: "I twisted my ankle..."
Lu Ying frowned.
This was already the third time she twisted her foot.
So delicate.
He thought to himself as he walked over, handed her the lantern, then crouched in front of her, "Get on."
