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.
• Just then, Ye Fan suddenly lifted his head. Not far away, a man was approaching.