Xiaoling sighed deeply. The cold autumn breeze brushed against her cheeks as she thought about the Arbiter's suggestion. In theory, it was a great suggestion. But the Arbiter was ambiguous. His true intentions were unknown to Xiaoling. She couldn't put Weisheng in danger by wrongfully trusting the Arbiter.
"Ling'er?" Lord Arbiter called her as she had gone silent. His voice was gentle, full of concern, and remorseful as ever.
Xiaoling pressed her lips together, "Give me some time to think this through. I shall answer the Lord myself when the right time arrives," She looked at the Arbiter and proposed her condition.
Lord Arbiter slowly nodded and walked down the pavilion. He looked back at her as she stood still. The nervousness in her eyes was saying multiple things. Although the Arbiter could read minds, he dared not read hers. He slowly slipped his outer robe off and walked closer to her. He wrapped the cloak around her.
