Thirteen months later…
Jiang Yue sat in a daze. He looked a little lost, and he sighed every few moments.
'Azhen, our birthday is in five days. Are you going to miss it?' He thought and sighed again.
He released his pipa and began to pluck the strings.
The plucking was seemingly random, but the result was a haunting melody that echoed around the courtyard.
When he heard it, senior Niu sighed.
'Young love.' He lamented but didn't understand.
He was born alone, lived a long time, and had never had a lover. It was difficult to empathise with the young lad's loneliness.
However, senior Niu knew better than to say anything about the matter.
Although he didn't understand the feeling between the two young men, he understood their importance to each other.
"Uncle Niu, why do you think he is late?" Jiang Yue asked.
From their Taoist contract, he knew Yu Nianzhen was fine but didn't know why he was late to their meeting.
