He leaned against the tree trunk, his white clothes filled with hot wind, and the mottled sunlight moving with the wind sometimes fell on his head and sometimes floated into his eyes. He squinted his eyes slightly and covered them with his hands. When he looked at Ruhui, he looked at Ruhui with a subtle expression and asked, "Is it a mistake to make a mistake?"
She suddenly felt that her throat was dry. She turned her gaze to a certain angle and stared at a green-skinned pomegranate among the trees. "Don't take what I said seriously."
"Let's go," she continued, "it's time for Master to find us."