The courtyard walls could not block out the sound of firecrackers,
bursting in the sky, followed by the fall of fireworks.
When they landed in the courtyard, they instilled a sense of loneliness.
Jiang Huang, the little rascal, was sleeping soundly, and that old man from Lichao City, Deng Chicheng, heard that he was moving to the Imperial City and also slept unusually sweetly.
But Deng Baiyi just couldn't fall asleep.
Tomorrow she would go to the Taoist sect to cultivate.
Following a recluse as a disciple was her biggest wish in Yuzhu Town.
Now that her wish had come true, she couldn't feel happy at all.
"...Xie Zhen."
Deng Baiyi walked into the courtyard and called out softly when she saw that tall and thin silhouette.
However, the black-clothed young man sitting in meditation under the tree in the courtyard did not respond.
Deng Baiyi walked around to face him.
Xie Xuanyi's eyes were closed, his breathing even.
"Are you asleep too?"
