C47 Coincidentally Met Murong Meng!

A gentle breeze rustled through the lush leaves, creating a pleasing rustle. Some leaves, unable to resist gravity's pull, detached from their branches and fluttered to the ground in a scattered dance.

One leaf, breaking away from the rest, drifted purposefully in a certain direction until, just half a meter from the ground, it was delicately caught by a pair of slightly pale fingers