When Min Shuang came down from the tea mountain, she ran into a monster. It knocked over her basket, and she spun around and fled in fright, only to meet an even more terrifying monster in the fog.
It stood motionless in the mist, staring at her with a chilling gaze. She could see nothing but its pale, handsome face. Min Shuang thought this monster was a lot scarier than the one she'd met earlier. It looked like nothing but a face floating in the air.
So she turned and sprinted off.
The next second, she cried, “Aaaaaah!” Min Shuang slipped. Before she shut her eyes, all she saw was mud and grass on the ground.
When she woke up the next day, her mother told her that two Immortal Lords had brought her home the night before. Before she could finish, someone knocked at the courtyard gate. Her mother pointed to two men inside, both with swords at their waists and such proper features they seemed almost too handsome, and said, “Come thank the two Immortal Lords.”
She looked at the one in black. Her expression shifted from confusion to shock, and her lips moved again and again before she finally blurted, “The tea mountain monster!”
Ning Zhuoqing's inner thoughts: Do I really look that much like a monster?
