In the end, Dong Huiying walked out of the room.
It was like she was a thief, tiptoeing as if she worried that even a slightly heavier footstep would wake the two sleeping children...
Yixuan stood alone in the inn's backyard until he saw his wife come out and seemed to come to his senses.
The two exchanged a glance, Dong Huiying said nothing, asked nothing, just quietly stepped forward and gently held Yixuan's hand.
Then.
Another exchange of glances.
They both took a breath and jumped, using Qinggong as they did when they arrived, flying out of the inn.
That night, after returning to the courtyard where they lived, Yixuan stayed up all night.
He climbed onto the roof, sitting on the tiles, holding a jug of wine, gazing up at the pale moonlight.
There was no expression on his face, no joy or sorrow visible. Yet it made people feel the melancholy that enveloped him.
