The tender, delicate palm gently rested on the back of the young girl's hand, and Zhuge Qing slightly narrowed her eyes, her smile carrying hints of slyness, and also some relief. She watched Zhou Li and Tang Wan, saying with a light laugh:
"I am here."
Zhou Li and Tang Wan exchanged a glance, then they both laughed out loud. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said softly, "So, this is my luck."
"It's not luck."
Zhuge Qing lifted the carriage's curtain, looking out at the dimly lit Taiying under the night sky, and said warmly:
"It is what you deserve."
In the residence, Liu Gong put down the scroll in his hand, looking toward Ma Chenglong who sat upright on a chair, and nodded gently. With the sound of the door closing, the vast residence was left with only Liu Gong. He calmly closed the scroll in his hand, placed the brush and ink away, sat on the Taishi Chair, and closed his eyes to rest.
