Pei Yuqing suddenly came to his senses, realizing what he had been thinking, and clenched his hand tightly, his fingernails digging into his palm as he barely managed to stabilize his emotions. "Is it ready? Then let's go."
"..." Xie Wanqing looked at the man's ears, which were burning with heat, and closed her mouth in confusion.
......
When the two of them left the house, it was still early, so they decided to familiarize themselves with the mansion and did not take a sedan chair.
The weather at the end of September was a bit chilly, and Xie Wanqing tightened the cloak around her shoulders.
The autumn wind rustled, blowing down the withered yellow leaves. The two of them walked side by side, neither speaking.
Pei Yuqing's gaze fell on their overlapping shadows, and his heart stirred slightly. He couldn't help but lift his hand to hold hers.
