"Your grandfather has gone to a very distant place, and I'll take you to find him. Will you follow Brother Ye?" Ye Xuan heaved a sigh, rubbing the young girl's dry, yellowish hair, his voice deep and low.
"Can Brother Ye really take me to see Grandpa?" The little girl pursed her lips, forcefully holding back her tears, yet clear droplets still rolled down her cheeks.
"Brother Ye won't lie to you. Once I've cured your illness, I will take you to find your grandfather."
Ye Xuan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of the little girl's eyes, took her small hand, and began to walk toward the Western direction. Beneath the moonlight, their shadows, one large and one small, stretched out even longer.
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Western Lingshan, The Thunderclap Monastery.
