She lifted her face to gaze at Shi Feiyang, her eyes filled with tenderness and worry. "Promise me, you must protect yourself at all costs."
Lin Wanqing's lotus-like steps moved lightly, a veil of sorrow clouding her gentle features.
Her slender hand trembled slightly as she drew a plain white brocade handkerchief from her sleeve. The embroidered twin lotuses upon it were lifelike, each stitch as fine as her thoughts. "I stayed up all night to embroider this. It's been steeped in a tonic boiled from a thousand-year ginseng from Changbai Mountain to clear the mind."
She gently tucked the handkerchief into Shi Feiyang's palm, her voice catching with a faint choke. "If you feel tired, exhausted, just take a whiff. My husband, do you know, day and night I am always hoping, always thinking, waiting for your safe return…"
As she spoke, crystal tears were already swirling in her eyes.
On Bai Zhi's face—usually as cold and pure as frost and snow—concern was now written in full.
