The snow on the mountain had stopped.
Frost clung to the branches of the plum tree, sharp and biting, and Lu Tong suddenly shivered.
Pei Yunmeng lowered his gaze to look at her.
She stood before him, her frail body wrapped in a grey-green cotton robe, making her appear even paler and weaker. Everyone who had seen Lu Tong thought she was delicate and beautiful, and those who knew her better were aware of her calm madness, but no one knew that she had once been a solitary Medicine Man on the desolate mountains, sealed by heavy snow, for many years.
Medicine Man.
Pei Yunmeng's eyelashes trembled.
The inscriptions on that rough-hewn tombstone were sloppy yet familiar, but the name "Mo Ruyun" was even more so. He had heard it once from Miao Liangfang's mouth during the celebration at Benevolent Heart Medical Hall.
