The old monk, observing the little girl’s unquestioning obedience and reliance on his nephew, had an expression that turned somewhat shadowy across his rugged face. An Yin sat in the middle, with two men on either side of her. She lowered her eyes and slowly tilted her head, her pupils trembling as she glanced at Bao Shaojin, seeing him sitting upright and stern. "Is this the one you were talking about?" In the silent wilderness of the mountains, the old monk’s words broke the stillness. "Yes." Bao Shaojin’s thin lips moved slightly. An Yin listened to their conversation, bewildered. Though she recognized every word they said, strung together, she couldn’t understand their meaning at all. An Yin clutched her hands tightly, continuing to sit there nervously. When An Yin’s thoughts drifted far away, a clear voice sounded above her head. "Girl, put your hand out." The old monk’s tone was slightly solemn. An Yin fluttered her long eyelashes, blinking several times, then shifted her gaze to Bao Shaojin. "Extend your hand, let Second Uncle feel your pulse." Bao Shaojin saw the little girl utterly clueless about the situation and reminded her. "Feel the pulse?" An Yin repeated dumbly. "Yes." Bao Shaojin looked at her. Since the man said so, An Yin didn’t hesitate; she slowly extended her hand, placing it on the wooden table. Orıginal content can be found at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Bao Shaojin saw this, reached out, and rolled up her sleeve slightly. An Yin blushed with embarrassment, not daring to look at the man. The old monk lazily observed everything before him, a brief emptiness flashing in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. "Don’t be afraid, it will be quick." The old monk, after placing the Buddha beads on his wrist, lifted his hand. His fingertip gently pressed on An Yin’s hand. From initial fear to watching the other close his eyes with a calm expression, An Yin’s nervous heart gradually relaxed as time ticked by. Bao Shaojin sat upright throughout, his cold and deep eyes moving back and forth between the two. After a while, the old monk spoke. The old monk withdrew his hand, a hint of unnoticeable melancholy appearing between his relaxed brows. "Thank you, Second Uncle." Bao Shaojin, seeing the other’s expression, already had an answer in his heart. An Yin quietly waited for the old monk to speak further, but she was disappointed. At that moment, she weakly raised her eyes to the old monk, "Second, Second Uncle, did you check my pulse to help me diagnose an illness?" The little girl’s gaze was pure, every word and action fully displayed on her face; one look could penetrate her pure heart. The old monk’s side glance landed on the little girl’s eyes. So much alike! He sighed in his heart. "Yes." He responded briefly, seeing the little girl’s curious look, and spoke again, "Your body has no major issues." Anyone frequently involved in the business world knows there’s a big loophole in what the old monk said. No major issues usually imply minor issues exist. But An Yin’s thought process couldn’t comprehend this. "Hehe, thank you." Hearing his words, An Yin immediately relaxed. Heaven knows, she’s most afraid of getting sick and having injections. An Yin was quite happy. Just then, a young monk came with a pot of tea, gently placing it on the wooden table. The old monk glanced at the young monk, "Take her to see the backyard." The young monk looked at the other in surprise, initially thinking he misheard, but upon seeing the other’s solemn expression, he corrected his facial expression. An Yin, not understanding why, readily agreed when the young monk came to lead her on a tour. Compared to staying with two grown men, she thought it was better to explore the scenery here. Bao Shaojin watched the little girl flee, a certain fascination in his gaze. The old monk glanced at Bao Shaojin’s face, a trace of distraction flashing on it. Time passes so quickly! "If there’s anything you want to ask, go ahead." The old monk resumed holding the Buddha beads, slowly rotating them. Until the little girl’s figure was completely out of sight, Bao Shaojin lowered his gaze, looking at the teapot on the table, and poured a cup for each of them. "Second Uncle knows her mother?" Bao Shaojin spoke with certainty. The old monk, looking to be in his fifties, had a thin face, and upon closer look, there were hints of similar eyebrows and temperament between the uncle and nephew. "It’s all past events." His voice sighed softly, as if speaking of endless vicissitudes. The implication was that he didn’t want to talk about it. Bao Shaojin looked at the man before him, showcasing an appearance of celestial elegance, and asked, "Past events? Has Second Uncle really let it go these years?" The old monk frowned, pupils shrinking slightly, his expression froze for a moment as if trapped in confusion. "Ajin." The old monk’s cheeks were pale like white porcelain, faintly reflecting a trace of coldness, "Don’t forget your purpose here." Bao Shaojin’s determined face revealed a sharp expression. "Second Uncle, I overstepped." Bao Shaojin lowered his head, his loose hair on the forehead partially hiding his vaguely cold eyes. The old monk shook his head. A moment later, in front of the thatched cottage, the uncle and nephew had a light conversation. Occasional sounds of insects and bird calls around broke the temple’s silence. Led by the young monk, An Yin visited many places, especially the large Plum Garden in the backyard. Passing through a small gate made of bamboo, she saw the entire mountain behind filled with plum blossoms of different colors. Inhaling the gentle fragrance made An Yin intoxicatingly happy. She quickly took out her phone, snapping several beautiful photos. After the young monk led her there, he stood at the courtyard entrance, next observing the little girl hop joyfully through the sea of flowers. The young monk was full of doubt, for everyone knew the old monk cherished this Plum Garden most, and he never let anyone appreciate it. Although the girl was beautiful, how did she make the old monk break his usual rule? The monk was well aware of how much effort the old monk had put into this Plum Garden over the years, as he had personally tended and planted each tree. Even the Bao Family matriarch hadn’t stepped foot in this Plum Garden. What was special about this little girl? The young monk racked his brain but came up with nothing. An Yin frolicked in the mountains for an hour. With an excited face, she ran back to the young monk, holding branches of varying lengths in both hands. The young monk looked at her with surprise and worry, "This, this, this is..." Seeing the other’s anxious expression, An Yin blinked her bright eyes, "I picked these up from the ground, aren’t they pretty?" If she had a vase, she would definitely put them in it, so she could admire them for a while. The little girl’s lips parted slightly, a charming smile radiating from between her lips. Her dazzling eyes turned into crescent moons, carrying a faint smile, appearing pure and captivating. Having never seen such a beautiful girl, the young monk was momentarily entranced. When he regained his senses, he raised his hand to gently pat his forehead in frustration. An Yin watched his confused behavior, completely puzzled. Subsequently, the young monk spoke, "Let’s go." As for the plum blossom branches in the little girl’s hands, he had already forgotten about them.