The sun had set. The sky was dark. The path down the mountain was illuminated by glowing lanterns, casting a soft light over the winding road.
The foot of the mountain was in sight.
Bei Sangyun had finished her story, and silence settled between them.
The only sounds that filled the night were the distant chirps of insects from the forest.
Maid Ye Zhai took a deep breath. She wasn't sure what kind of expression she was making—her heart was too full. Full of shock, disbelief… and an ache so deep it made her chest tighten.
Bei Sangyun didn't ask her what she was thinking. She simply led the way down the mountain, maintaining a steady pace, allowing Maid Ye Zhai the time she needed to process everything.
When they finally reached the foot of the mountain, Maid Ye Zhai broke the silence.
"Young Miss."
Bei Sangyun stopped and turned.
She was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace.
