Chapter 601: See Each Other Yet Not Know Each Other Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

‘That was really close,’ Ye Mo thought. The nun had caught up to him quickly. He was only slightly faster, even flowing downstream. Without the raft, he might have been caught.

“Are you talking to me?” the herb picker slowed down.

“Yes. Have you seen anyone nearby?” Jie Xuan asked.

“No, I’ve been collecting herbs, but I didn’t see anyone. Do you need my help?” The herb picker was kind-hearted.

Ye Mo worried about Jie Xuan asking the man to row to the bank, but Jie Xuan asked, “Big Brother, can you carry all these cradles of herbs yourself? One cradle must be very heavy, right?”

The herb picker smiled. He grabbed two cradles in each hand, lifted all four, and said, “They’re very light. Master, would you like me to take you—?”

But before he finished, he realized the nun was gone. If she hadn’t spoken moments ago, he would have thought it a ghost.

The herb picker shook his head and continued singing as he rafted downstream.

Luckily, the nun was inexperienced and only considered Ye Mo might be hiding in the herb baskets.

An hour later, the raft stopped at a village. Ye Mo looked up and saw a remote place, yet faint smoke rose serenely.

There were twenty to thirty families, the occasional chicken and dog, and only one road. If your goal was to hide, no one would find you.

The village gave Ye Mo an indescribable feeling—he felt he shouldn’t leave, that he should stay and heal.

“Uncle Wang is back!” A few children waved to the herb picker.

A middle-aged woman finished washing clothes and said, “Old Wang, you found quite a lot today.”

“Hehe, I found a wild ginseng! I don’t need to go up for a few months,” the man said happily.

“Aiyo, let me see!” The woman ran to him.

Ye Mo couldn’t hear their conversation. Seeing them leave, he carefully crawled onto the bank. He was weak and ached everywhere. He knew he needed to recover, or the consequences would be unpredictable.

Using all his strength, he struggled to a corner of the village and noticed a house two hundred meters away. This house, built on higher ground, seemed distant from the others.

Ye Mo decided to go to the solitary house. He didn’t dare let anyone see him. Who knew if the nun might stumble upon the village?

Ye Mo saw from the door that it was empty and crept inside. He wanted food and a change of clothes. His clothes were rags, but he rejoiced at escaping Jie Xuan.

If not for the bear, who knew what the nun would have done?

The room wasn’t large, but it was clean. Ye Mo almost didn’t believe it was a small house in the middle of nowhere. It was so clean!

He quickly dismissed the thought; he needed food.

There was a table and chair outside, but no food. Ye Mo went inside and found a bedroom, a bed, and a mat.

The layout felt familiar. Luo Ying’s room in Serenity had been similar.

Thinking of Luo Ying, Ye Mo’s heart ached. He didn’t want to stay; it reminded him of her.

But turning around, he was shocked. Near the window, there was a stone pool! He knew that pool—he’d given it to Luo Ying in the desert.

Was this where his master, Luo Ying, lived? Ye Mo wanted to scream ‘Susu,’ but couldn’t. He felt his body shake.

Susu, Susu was here? This was where she lived? Ye Mo stared dumbly at the stone pool, wanting to touch it, but couldn’t move.

He froze. He had no thoughts, no movement, no pain. Only the stone pool remained. He wanted to grab it and tell Susu he was back.

After a long while, Ye Mo regained movement and carefully shifted closer. Once he touched the stone pool, his thoughts froze again. He couldn’t control his tears. He’d never been so unable to control his emotions.

At that moment, a young woman in linen clothes carried a small basket towards her house. Seeing her door open, she quickly ran in.

Seeing Ye Mo touch the stone pool, she was dazed. Extreme anger erupted from her eyes, as though the most cherished thing in her life had been violated.

Ye Mo looked up—her hair was coiled, a veil covered her face, and her eyes were clear but angry.

Seeing those familiar eyes, Ye Mo froze. Susu, it really was Susu! He wanted to speak, but could only cry.

The angry woman saw his tears and paused. Who was this man? Why had he entered her home and room? He was wounded, his clothes ragged. What was he doing?

Why was he crying when she was about to get angry? Why did his eyes seem familiar? What emotion did she see? Longing? Excitement? Worry?

She felt his heartfelt emotions, but couldn’t forgive him for barging in. No one in the village would do that; this was her home.

“Who are you? Why did you come to my house? Please leave—no, hey, leave!” Seeing Ye Mo touch the stone pool again, she couldn’t contain her anger.

Ye Mo couldn’t speak or hear, but he saw her anger and felt dizzy.