Su Ye noticed his gaze and turned to look as well.
She saw Su Qing standing at the study's entrance, clad in just a single, thin layer of inner robes.
One hand was braced against the doorframe as he watched her quietly.
His face was devoid of color. Perhaps it was the moonlight, but even his lips seemed utterly pale.
The Lycoris radiata at the corner of his eye seemed to sway in the night, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her, unblinking and silent.
As Su Ye was being watched so silently by him, her heart suddenly felt as if it had been stung, a sharp and vicious pain.
Looking at Su Qing from across the courtyard and up the steps, Su Ye asked in a faint voice,
"Weren't you busy? Why did you come out?"
Su Qing's lips moved, and his voice was slow and hoarse.
"Benefactor, did you find what you left here?"
Su Ye paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, I found it."
