Wang Jian disentangled himself from her embrace. He rose, his movements fluid and effortless, and walked towards the nearby table. He poured himself a goblet of wine, the red liquid catching the dim light in the room.
Cui Lan watched him, a swirl of emotions churning within her.
Wang Jian finished his wine and turned back towards her. A faint smile played on his lips, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Feeling better?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
Cui Lan nodded, her response barely above a whisper. She knew the answer was both yes and no. The physical exertion had left her drained, but the questions that lingered in her mind were far from restful.
"Good," Wang Jian stated simply. He gestured towards the scattered remains of her dress. "Perhaps you should get dressed. We have a long journey ahead."
