Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly grip Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was shiny bald, but she wore a patched-up, faded Taoist robe that looked like it belonged to a beggar.,After the old monk brought back the little one from the rice porridge in swaddling clothes, three years later, the temple which had once been bustling with activity was now deserted.,Only after they were out of sight did Zuo Zuo retract her gaze and turn to run, quickly making it all the way down to the foot of the mountain. She tiptoed and stretched her neck to look at the scenery outside, a smile involuntarily spreading across her face, and two cute dimples appeared on her chubby cheeks, sweet as honey.。