"Go downstairs." He sent her only two words.
The lights were on downstairs; Wen Wei and Zhao Qin were sticking handles onto river lanterns in the backyard.
It was the last step intentionally left for the servants, otherwise it wouldn't show sincerity, and doing the last step added a sense of ceremony.
Yun Yuwan watched Wen Yangzhi quietly folding river lanterns in the red pavilion of the garden; the contours of his face were distinct in the night, his high nose bridge and brow bones appeared ambiguous in the dim light. She dilly-dallied over to sit beside him.
He ignored her, just focusing on folding the river lanterns.
Yun Yuwan took the scissors, and their hands inadvertently touched. Wen Yangzhi leaned towards her and even rested his hand there still, touching the back of her hand. The fluctuating bones and tendons of his hand were somewhat imperceptibly touching her, evoking inexplicable thoughts and connections. She even wanted to place her hand in his.
