By the afternoon, Lin Yue could no longer stay calm; she had even put down her embroidery and was waiting for Zhao Erhu to return. However, as the sky gradually darkened, Zhao Erhu's figure still hadn't appeared. Lin Yue increasingly felt that Zhao Erhu, this old man, was too hateful, leaving her behind, alone and worried at home.
Zhao Erhu knew that his young wife must be worrying about him at home, so he hurried as much as he could. But for safety's sake, he still had to be cautious. By evening, he finally emerged from a gloomy underground.
Once he adjusted to the brightness outside, what caught Zhao Erhu's eyes was a lush green valley filled with the fragrance of flowers and the chatter of birds. However, the valley seemed to be enclosed, completely surrounded by a lake. The Secret River surfaced at this section, flowing out of the valley and back underground, its destination unknown.