Reluctant to say more, he watched Yun Ya's silhouette vanish into the gatehouse, the night cold and deep. A cool breeze touched his eyebrows and temples, dimming the light in his eyes and imparting a touch of melancholy.
Yun Ya returned late. There was no one in the living room, and just as she had reached her room, Cuicui followed her in.
"Miss, why did you come back so late tonight? I was nearly worried to death," Cuicui said with an anxious face.
"I was held up by something," Yun Ya replied indifferently, suddenly lifting her eyes to glance at her, "Have you been waiting for me all this time?"
Her eyes were so clear they seemed to penetrate all the ugliness in the world, and Cuicui suddenly dared not look any longer, hastily averting her gaze.
"Of course, you're a young lady, what if something had happened to you? How could we manage then?"
Yun Ya gave a wry smile, "That's true. Aunt Ah Xian is a living example, forced to marry a man she doesn't love."
