Li Weizhen is good. He follows his master obediently, resting as he should at an inn. This time, Hengmu plays a proper guide, gambling a little but not too much. Drinking a little but not too much. This time, there are no chances to dance with inconveniences or tangle with odd masked strangers. This time, Li Weizhen only has to contend with the familiarity that his old master offers him.
As his master prescribes, Weizhen allows himself to bask in this sense of familiarity that Hengmu offers him.
It is, after all, for but a night.
Because when morning dawns, neither of them knows if they will survive the task that they will partake in.
