"Do you still want to look for a Marriage Charm?" Zhou Jingwei touched her hair, gently saying.
Cheng Weiyue said she did.
She hadn't slept much last night, as the single bed in Ling'an Temple seemed quite old, creaking with every move.
Cheng Weiyue lay motionless all night long, staring at the window paper glowing with the light of the snow outside.
Later, when dawn broke, Zhou Jingwei approached her and saw the young girl pretending to sleep, yet her acting was poor, with her eyelashes continuously trembling.
He sighed, his palm caressing her cheek, like comforting a child, he said, "Yueyue, it's time for us to go down the mountain."
She acted childishly, saying in not so good of a tone that she didn't want to go down the mountain.
So Zhou Jingwei sat down beside her.
He had been silent for so long that Cheng Weiyue couldn't help it anymore and turned to look at him.
Her voice trembled slightly: "Why aren't you speaking? I am being unreasonable, Zhou Jingwei..."
