"Ah Han, why isn't Senior Sister messaging me back?"
Ye Liyuan kicked a stone, looking a little glum, and spoke to Pei Yuhang, who was practicing with his sword in the courtyard.
The longsword in Pei Yuhang's hand traced a silver arc through the air. At her words, his sword movements abruptly froze.
With his back to Liyuan, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times. His grip on the sword tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.
"Ah Han?"
Ye Liyuan tilted her head, looking quizzically at his suddenly rigid back.
"Liyuan, I just got news. Senior Sister announced she was entering seclusion two days ago. That's probably why she hasn't contacted you."
Pei Yuhang took a deep breath. When he turned around, his expression was gentle again, but a trace of pain he couldn't quite hide lingered in his eyes.
"Oh, I see. How long will she be in seclusion? I didn't even get to say goodbye to her after we had drinks that day."
A hint of melancholy tinged Ye Liyuan's voice.
