"Within a maximum of seven days, I will definitely return." Shi Feiyang turned the shoulders of the two and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of Yang Xue'Er's eyes with his thumb, then planted a kiss on Lu Hongye's brow, "Wait for my return, we'll go to the West Mountain to see the evening maples, and call on Xiang Kun and Xiao Lingling for a banquet with ten tables."
The next morning, Shi Feiyang disguised himself as an ordinary trader on the long street.
From a distance, he saw Mu Tong in a tight outfit, his vermilion cape flapping loudly in the morning breeze.
Just as he was about to follow, he suddenly heard urgent footsteps behind him. Turning around, Yang Xue'Er came running breathlessly with a food box, the pearl ornament on her temple swaying lightly with her panting: "Here... brought you osmanthus cakes, eat them if you get hungry on the way..."
