Chen Yi took a deep look at Min Ning's back, hesitated no longer, turned around, and pushed the door open to leave.
The light sound of the door opening and closing was heard, and Min Ning's shoulders trembled slightly at the window, almost imperceptibly.
She still didn't turn around, just looked out at the endless night, moonless and starless, with only the sound of waves in the forest, gently closing her eyes, a sigh barely audible escaping her lips.
Is this person always so indecisive?
The same was true at the Sword Pool, and now it is the same.
Once a person desires too much, they become muddled, unable to cut off when they should.
The halo of the lantern under the porch shone through the papered window, casting flickering shadows on her profile.
The thin veil over the lantern's warm light, destined to stay bright through the night, carried a soporific yellow hue; Chen Yi traversed the mottled shadows, now seeking traces of Qin Qingluo.
