After sleeping for more than four hours, Zuo Ling woke up.

After months of continuous travel, my nerves are on edge, and it's hard to relax and get a good night's sleep.

She awoke, and so did the waterfall.

After washing up and getting dressed, she took the waterfall with her and went out to the farmers' market to stock up on goods.

At this time of day, those going to the farmers' market are all vendors, selling in large quantities at very low prices.

Zuo Ling wasn't looking for a bargain; he had 1 billion yuan in cash left to spend and couldn't afford to waste any more time.

In December, at 5 a.m. in Kyoto, it was still dark.

As soon as she stepped out of the building, a blast of cold air hit her right in the lungs, and Zuo Ling shivered from the cold.

Waterfall shivered, took out a worn thermal undershirt and stuffed it into the bag to warm Waterfall's body.

The little guy rubbed against Zuo Ling's hand and made two soft "woof" sounds to express his gratitude.

A person and a rabbit rode an electric bicycle out of the residential area through the morning mist.

When they reached a secluded spot, they changed into secondhand cargo.

Five truckloads each of Chinese cabbage, white radish, sweet potato, and potato were loaded. It didn't cost much money, and it was already noon.

I had arranged to meet Yang Chengang at 2 p.m., and hurriedly returned to Noah's Ark, but was stopped when I entered the residential area.

Those who live in Noah's Ark are all wealthy and powerful; I've never seen any of the owners open a cargo box.

Zuo Ling took out the property ownership certificate, and the security guard saw that she was indeed the owner.

Not only homeowners, but also owners of the Doomsday Fortress type apartments, everyone knows how ridiculously expensive the Doomsday Fortress type apartments are; they instinctively stand at attention and salute.

"Ma'am, could you please go to the property management office to register this so you won't be stopped again next time?"

I secretly thought to myself, it's not uncommon to see low-key wealthy people, but it's rare to see someone so low-key that they own a luxury car!

"Okay, thank you."

There's no time left; I'll have to wait until I get back to complete the formalities.

I went home to change my clothes and tidy myself up. I didn't even have time to eat before heading out again with the waterfall.

They wanted to leave the waterfall at home, but the waterfall refused, insisting on coming along.

I had two red-stamped steamed buns with braised pork inside, one with shredded bamboo shoots, and a carton of milk. I made do with lunch on the bus.

When they arrived at the meeting point, Yang Chengang had not yet arrived.

I let out a long sigh, turned on the radio, tuned to a music station, got a carton of milk, and closed my eyes to rest while drinking it.

Fifteen minutes later, Yang Chengang arrived. Without getting out of the car, he honked the horn to signal Zuo Ling to follow.

It took more than two hours to drive there, and we were almost out of Kyoto's territory when we finally arrived.

Zuo Ling was surprised to learn that Yang Chengang was planning to kill her for money.

They came from a large estate.

A two-meter-high wall with a one-meter-high electric fence, a heavy electric gate, and guards on duty.

After the gatekeeper contacted those inside, he let the two in.

A vast expanse of water came into view, its surface half-frozen and not yet frozen, creating a very open space.

There are two patches of lush green grass on the left and right, which contrast sharply with the withered branches and fallen leaves on both sides.

Having just returned to Kyoto from the picturesque south, surrounded by desolation, I was suddenly struck by the sight of greenery and felt an indescribable joy.

The waterfall waved its little claws, pointing at the green grass, and flapped its body, as if trying to jump onto the grass.