She strolled around mindlessly until she finally reached the summit.
There, Yu Jian stood, waiting for her with a gentle smile. Just by looking at him like this, she felt like all her worry and fear was being washed away. With him, she always felt so relax, so comfortable, as if she could forget everything, her identity, her purpose, her life. Nothing mattered except for this moment.
He opened his arms and she gladly jumped in.
"It left?" he asked softly.
She nodded. "It returned to where it came from."
He stroked her hair gently, not saying anything more. Qing'er put her chin on his chest and looked up. "Why are you not asking me anything? Are you not curious of what we're talking about? Or about Zhan Riyun and where he came from?"
He kept silent, only answering after quite some time. "If you don't want to tell me, it's okay. I will wait."
