Haitang skimmed into the yard beside the street and gently touched the strands of hair at her temple. She looked the Ascetic who indeed had not left.
The people who were able to live on the two sides of the street were naturally wealthy and noble. After the disturbances, the master of this home had long awoken and hid far away, not daring to light any lamps. The lights from the restaurant across the street followed the big hole in the wall and shone in, lighting up the yard. It also lit up the face that was particularly scary after the injury.
Haitang looked at him and asked with slight worry in her voice, "What is this for?"
The Ascetic gazed at her quietly and did not reply.
Haitang was not in a rush, even though the sounds of Suzhou officials moving together could be faintly heard in the distance.
