The overcast skies darkened the dawn as if it were dusk, causing the originally not too clear mind to be even more weary; Li Shiyi had yet to wake, and A Luo had left early; A Yin sat by the dining table, and across from her, Song Shijiu bit into a xiaolongbao. A Yin watched her with a tilted head, and, seeing her cheeks full and bulging, her almond blossom-like glossy eyes followed the chewing motions in blinking, couldn't help but say, "Today we're about to ascend Mount Jinyun, do you know the details?" Song Shijiu raised her head to look at her. "I'd guess, you're a yaoguai," A Yin said, her arms folded on the table, and saw Song Shijiu's slightly rising eyes were guarded yet crystal clear, her pupils both large and black, even more like the A Huang who guarded the courtyard of the neighbouring residence. Song Shijiu blinked twice, the space between her brows furrowing lightly; the knitting of her brows hadn't left wrinkles, only the left ...