In the evening, back at the Plum Pavilion.
BaiYing sat absentmindedly looking at the candle on the table in front of him. He propped his chin with his two hands with his thoughts drifting away. Once a while the young man took a deep breath and pursed his lips in thought until his brows furrowed.
"Heh" the sound of his breath even sounded out the door of his room. The two maids could only look at each other without being able to do anything.
