At nightfall, clouds covered the bright moon, and the wind grew silent as the cicadas buzzed.
After sending off Jing Sixth Master and his entourage, the staff on duty at Peach Garden remained at their posts, leaving only Fan Zhengyu and Yun Hezhi in the backstage, seated inside Yun Hezhi's exclusive makeup room.
Following the recent perilous events, Fan Zhengyu had sobered up from the alcohol and was losing her mind.
She, she actually...
Clung to Yun Hezhi's clothes and acted coquettishly!
What am I going to do!
She had always revered Yun Hezhi as a god-like mentor, respected but unapproachable, not daring to offend him in the slightest. It was utterly embarrassing.
"Would you like some more tea?" Yun Hezhi glanced at her, still bearing the flush from the alcohol yet his gaze had cleared, evidently sober now.
Fan Zhengyu dared not meet his eyes, merely nodding silently.
