The vagrant stood at the gate of the fenced yard, watching the figure gradually approach from a distance.
The last thin rays of the setting sun seemed to gather entirely upon her. It wasn't the heavy gloom of twilight; instead, it carried a newborn vitality.
In the hazy light, the intangible halo seemed to take on a warmth, a warmth that felt almost within reach.
Ji Huan saw the vagrant too. She raised a hand and waved the cloth bundle she was carrying at him, her pace remaining unhurried and leisurely.
A little tagalong trotted happily behind her.
With every step Ji Huan took, the little follower would pounce forward, nipping at the hem of her skirt and hugging her legs, having the time of its life. It would only behave for a few seconds after Ji Huan scolded it.
When they reached the earthen house, it finally let Ji Huan go and started running circles around the vagrant.
The vagrant stared at Ji Huan for a moment before asking, "Are you done with your work?"
