Circling around the bonfire, Tang Li saw Song Baiyan sitting under the tree.
The Little Monk let go of her hand and ran over first.
Casting a glance at her outfit, Tang Li's pace gradually slowed down. Despite the cheering from the crowd nearby, she was still unsure if she was suitable for wearing this ethnic minority clothing, feeling somewhat apprehensive.
When Tang Li reached the tree, the Little Monk squatted down and asked, "Benefactor Song, doesn't the donor look especially beautiful in this attire?"
Tang Li suddenly wanted to cover his little mouth.
Such a question made her feel uncomfortably like being roasted on a fire.
"Just now as we were walking here, a handsome young guy from the neighboring village even asked for her contact information," the Little Monk chattered incessantly, "Unmarried women like her are even more popular than you here, Benefactor Song."
Song Baiyan smiled upon hearing this: "Are you quitting being a monk to become a matchmaker instead?"
