Under the soft glow of the moonlight, casting a gentle luminescence upon their figures, their gazes locked in a moment of profound connection. The subtle breeze rustled their clothes. Despite the delicate veil partially obscuring Zhao Ling's countenance, Yan Xing could discern the furrowed lines of worry etched upon her brow, a testament to the concern that had weighed heavily on her heart.
"I ventured forth to the Governor's mansion, intent on extending my aid, only to chance upon your juniors who apprised me of the unfolding circumstances," Yan Xing recounted, his voice carrying a soothing timbre that mirrored the tranquility of the moonlit night. His unwavering gaze locked with Zhao Ling's, seeking solace in the unspoken understanding that passed between them.
