The night wind blew in, carrying a slight chill.
The door closed softly, isolating two worlds.
Lin Wan Yi stood alone in the room, holding those two pieces of paper, her heart gradually sinking.
That night, Gu Yanshen did not come back.
At dawn, Wang Xiu'e knocked on Lin Wan Yi's door with a bowl of chicken soup.
"Wanyi, open the door."
The door opened, and Lin Wan Yi stood at the entrance, her face somewhat pale.
Wang Xiu'e peeked inside the room.
"Where's that rascal Yanshen? Why haven't I seen him?"
Lin Wan Yi shook her head.
"He... didn't come back last night."
The smile on Wang Xiu'e's face froze.
"What? Didn't come back all night?"
She pushed the chicken soup into Lin Wan Yi's hands.
"That brat! He's grown some guts, hasn't he! Daring to have a tantrum with you!"
"I'll find the commander and have him bring that brat back for me!"
As Wang Xiu'e turned to leave, Lin Wan Yi held her back.
"Sister Wang, don't... he might just want to be alone for a while."
