"Is this... a departure?"
With a cup of soy milk in hand, leaning against the doorjamb, Zhuge Qing, now dressed in a pure white Daoist robe, looked at Yun Baibai, who was organizing her clothes, and asked.
"Ah, no."
Yun Baibai lifted her head, her face lighting up with a familiar smile, "I'm just tidying up a bit. Otherwise, I'm afraid Young Master Zhou might want to leave stealthily without taking me along, and then it would be too late."
"You're not angry?"
Zhuge Qing was somewhat surprised.
"Perhaps, at the beginning, I was a bit annoyed."
Shaking her head, Yun Baibai, looking at the danxia cloud pattern dress in her hands, spoke softly, "Now I only feel that I was too unreasonable. Clearly, I didn't explain the past to Brother Zhou, and here I was, cherishing the petty thoughts of treasuring the past alone, yet I blamed him in my heart for saying those words."
"Master, am I being too overbearing?"
