If that's really the case, then she accepted it.
She no longer wished to run or hide.
"Alright," she agreed.
Qin Ziye was taken aback, it was the sentence he had wished to hear for so many years. He thought he would rejoice, that tears would fall, instead, he felt nothing.
Even the words he had just spoken seemed like rehearsed lines. Things he had wanted to say to her for many years, but never had the opportunity. The wind outside suddenly intensified, tossing his hair into a disarray.
His sight blurred for a moment, as did his thoughts.
Gazing in the distance, his lips moved, but he didn't know what he had said.
"The wind is strong, we should go back. Don't go out today, you've just recovered."
"Alright," Guan Jing, supported by Qin Ziye, leaned her whole weight onto him. The wind tousled their hair and tightly intertwined them, unable to distinguish where one ended and the other began.
Only after the door closed, did Tang Yuxin come out.