That night, An Yiqing stayed at the Medicine Sect. Her room was well-kept, right next to Ye Chenghong's room.
After ending the call with Gu Yelin, An Yiqing changed into her loungewear and stepped out of the room. It was already past nine in the evening, and the lights in each courtyard of the Medicine Sect were glowing warmly. The warm, yellow light spilled onto the ground, illuminating An Yiqing's face, which bloomed like a flower.
Sitting on the bench in the courtyard, An Yiqing looked up at the sky. The night sky in Xuandu City wasn't particularly beautiful, with just a few dim stars hanging in the dark ink, reminding An Yiqing of the courtyard in Qingning City, Wuling Village where she had spent over ten years.
"What are you thinking about?" A familiar voice sounded from behind.
An Yiqing turned her head and smiled brightly at Ye Chenghong, "Master, I'm thinking about when I can go back to visit Wuling Village."
