Wei Guang's face, which had already been pale, went a shade paler. He looked calm, but the bloodlessness of his face betrayed him. At that time, he hadn't yet learned how to lock away his shock completely from outside perception. "Five days?"
Niklas nodded grimly. "Maybe even less. They're treating their horses like demons, whipping them and forcing them on. Even if they need to rest before going back to the capital, they'll make it here in no time."
Wei Guang stared at the opposite cloth wall of the tent for a long moment. The moment was so long that Niklas began to worry that he had had a heart attack and died, though that wouldn't happen to Guang-er, since he was always the calmest person in any situation. At last, Wei Guang slowly raised a hand and held his temple between his thumb and index finger, as though he had a headache, and closed his eyes.
