Night.
Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, having finished their day's work, bought wine and returned to the courtyard.
Tonight the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Zhao Rong, now in the open-air courtyard, lifted the bottle of wine and looked up, seeing not a single star.
He softly called out "Gui" several times in his heart, but still, no one answered.
"Ziyu, what are you thinking about?" Fan Yushu asked wearily.
Since the incident in the morning, he had been listless all day.
Zhao Rong looked away, "Nothing."
Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong again, his eyebrows lifting slightly.
They had already agreed that tonight they would not return until they were drunk.
Fan Yushu looked up at the sky and frowned, muttering to himself, "Looks like it's going to rain, and not just a little."
Being a native of Du You City, he knew the weather here quite well.
Afterward, they entered Fan Yushu's room to drink.
