As she looked down at that face, bitter sourness filled Feng Zhiwei's heart.
She bit down on her lips, stifling the sudden emotion and smothering it down deep.
Ning Yi turned to her and smiled, waving her over as he called out: "You're here."
"En."
A casual call and a simple answer as if meeting back at the Xi Yard after finishing her day, calmly greeted under the whisky clouds as a gentle breeze weaved around them.
As if all that danger was distant, as if those thousands of hostile enemies had never existed.
"Come." Ning Yi called again.
Feng Zhiwei walked over slowly, stopping a distance away.
Ning Yi heard her steps stop and he furrowed his brows as he smiled: "Why so bashful today? Were you scared?"
Feng Zhiwei smiled back but did not move forward. "How are things inside?"
