"Father is here?"
Su Qingluo's heart leapt with joy as she took out a small handful of dried sweet potato from her storage ring to reward Little Kingfisher.
"Yeah, he's very worried about you."
Little Kingfisher happily ate the dried sweet potato: "He kept mumbling about wanting to come to the other side of the river to find you guys."
A warm current surged through Su Qingluo's heart: "Good thing he didn't come. It's hard to see clearly in the dark, so he would have gotten lost if he did."
"The rain is about to stop."
Little Kingfisher picked up a piece of dried sweet potato, tilted its head back and swallowed it, suddenly chiming in with a smile.
"Really? How do you know?"
Su Qingluo's eyes brightened instantly.
"Birds are flying in from the south, saying that the strong wind blew away the rain clouds in the Qilian Mountain Range last night, and the rain has stopped to the south."