The next moment, the white shadow darted quickly through the herb garden, soon harvesting the medicinal herbs it needed.,Meanwhile, clovers had silently intertwined in the dark hair behind Ye Xiayan's back, their four leaves swaying constantly, hinting at excitement.,Yè Hísǎn discovered nothing, furrowed her brows and softly murmured, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"。