Chapter 90

Outside the hut, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the ground. He took out a small wooden figurine—a little girl who bore a striking resemblance to Ye Ling. He had carved it himself. In fact, there was another figurine, one of himself, but that one was with Ye Ling. Looking at the small figure in his hand, Ye Fan’s lips curled into a faint smile. As if reminded of something, he took out another wooden figurine—this one bore a strong resemblance to An Lanxiu. Seeing the two figures together, his smile grew even brighter.