Lin Yue had been restless these past few days, her mind so far from her embroidery work that it might as well have been on the moon. Since Zhao Erhu went into the mountains four days ago and had not yet returned, she couldn't help but worry. Was he safe in the forest? Had he encountered any danger? Were his provisions still holding up? There was nothing she could do but worry at home, praying silently for Zhao Erhu's well-being.
Another day passed in waiting, and evening was now upon her with still no sign of Zhao Erhu. The sky was oppressively overcast, mirroring Lin Yue's anxious mood. It seemed like a downpour was on the way. If Zhao Erhu couldn't make it back in time, he might be stranded in the woods, and she wondered if there would be anywhere for him to take shelter from the rain.