Late into the night, as the candle wicks burned out, no one knew what had transpired in the Wave Viewing Pavilion that night.
Jiang Qihu, reeking of alcohol, left in a carriage and returned to his residence, then dismissed his attendants.
Alone, he sat in the courtyard amidst the rustling fall of wilted leaves, which landed on the stone table, the pond, and atop the sheath of his saber.
Jiang Qihu pressed a hand to his forehead, sinking into the darkness surrounding him.
After a deep, long sigh,
Jiang Qihu spoke softly, "Since you're here, why not show yourself?"
In the darkness,
a shadow gradually emerged.
Xie Xuanyi, wearing a mask, slowly approached the stone table and unceremoniously took a seat.
