The night scene in the Xiwen Pavilion was quite clear, but it wasn't until he stepped onto the bustling street, crossing the threshold of the pavilion, that Pei Ye deeply inhaled, as if the air he had been breathing for the past two hours was not life-sustaining.
Li Piaoqing stood beside him, smiling: "You insisted on going in yourself."
Pei Ye didn't speak, glanced at her, and walked forward, with Li Piaoqing following beside him.
The two of them walked under the courtyard walls of the Xiwen Pavilion, and at this season, the grass at the base of the walls sprouted little buds, bathed in the silver-clear moonlight.
"You really didn't fight, huh?" Pei Ye lowered his head and said softly.
Li Piaoqing laughed: "What's there to fight about – because of you?"
"..." Pei Ye looked at her.
