The first ray of morning sunlight slowly shone on the windowsill, penetrating the cracks of the window and reaching into the room. That ray of light gradually moved until it finally fell on Mo Yan's eyes, rousing her from a deep sleep.
After dressing and combing her hair, Mo Yan opened her room door only to see Dabai holding a letter in his mouth. Puzzled, she took it, opened it, and her expression changed abruptly before she rushed to the meditation room where Xiao Ruiyuan was staying, only to find it empty, with no one in sight.
At that point, Mo Qingze also woke up. He stepped out of his room under the eaves and saw his eldest daughter holding a piece of paper in front of her prospective son-in-law's door with a very troubled expression. He approached and asked, "What's wrong?"
His gaze swept over the open room, and finding it empty, Mo Qingze's confusion deepened.