Liang Wan interrupted him coldly, without a shred of politeness.
In his stunned silence, Cao Jun watched her stride away. The night was already pitch black. Her clothes were thin, and as the evening breeze blew, her long sleeves fluttered, making her look increasingly frail and delicate. Yet, all that remained in his memory was a pair of dark, shining eyes filled with unyielding defiance.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the peach blossom sachet in his hand.
Liang Wan's steps grew heavier as she walked. She wondered if this was what was meant by "haste makes waste." She had exhausted all her efforts, only to return empty-handed in the end.
