Cool autumn night, half clear, the bright moon shines in the empty courtyard.
On Mid-Autumn Festival night, Kongfang City is ablaze with lights, the lantern fair bustling with excitement.
Jiang Yuebai, with ink on her face, excitedly grabs a bag of jade scrolls and rushes out of the small courtyard, determined to deliver them all before dawn.
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Yuebai looks in surprise at Zhuo Qingfeng standing outside the courtyard gate, tall and holding his sword, frowning. In just a few days of not seeing him, a layer of stubble has grown on his chin, making him look quite disheveled.
"I... still want to come and get an explanation."
Jiang Yuebai suddenly feels a bit guilty. These days, she's been busy on one hand, and on the other, she didn't know how to say it, so she simply threw the matter to the back of her mind.
Since they met again, it was better to take the opportunity to make things clear.
