Heading to the left was a small path, with barely any tourists and sparse signs of life. One glance could stretch for miles.
Chi Zaozao was being led forward by Little Monkey. As they walked, out of nowhere, a little angel in a white dress appeared, handing her a bouquet of roses.
"Auntie, these are for you. Please keep walking to the left."
Chi Zaozao took the bouquet, but before she could say a word, the little girl had already run off.
Chi Zaozao helplessly shook her head and glanced down at the tag on the bouquet, which had just one word—"Zao."
She pursed her lips and looked at Little Monkey. "Did your dad send this?"
Little Monkey ignored her, still pulling her over to the small path branching to the left.
The farther they went, the fewer people there were. The trees around them grew denser, lush and verdant.
Chi Zaozao halted in her tracks and stood there insistently. She asked Little Monkey, "Tell me, did your dad send this or not?"
