After dinner, when the sky had turned significantly brighter, the group set off for the Bastu Tribe. Watching the increasingly familiar scenery outside the window, Yi Luowa's heart pounded like a little rabbit was bouncing around inside it.
Not long ago, it was here that she met Tong Airui. It was because of this place that her life had been rewritten. Thinking about the present, and then thinking about the past, she had an overpowering urge to shout to the entire world: I love you, Bastu! I love you, Red Valley!
They chatted and laughed along the way, while back at home, the elders in the family were also talking about them.
Tong Yao looked at the gathered crowd, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "What do you think of Luowa, that child? Let's hear everyone's opinions."
"The child is good-looking and sensible, but she's a bit young. I'm just not sure if she can hold this household together," the outspoken Second Uncle, Sheng Duheng, was the first to speak up.
