"Ruyi?" Duan Rong asked, "Did that mother you mentioned give you that name?"
"Yes."
"Then what was your original real name?"
The woman said, "My original name, I have already forgotten."
In the darkness, there was a long silence.
After a while, Duan Rong sighed and fell asleep.
The woman waited in the dark for a long time, seeing that Duan Rong seemed to be asleep, she finally dared to wrap herself in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep as well.
The next morning, amidst the chirping of birds, Duan Rong slowly woke up.
He lay on his pillow, turned his head slightly, and through the veil, glanced at the floor near the pillar, only to see it empty with the bedding already put away.
Duan Rong lifted the veil and leaned out of bed.
He was slightly stunned as he realized the outer garment and shoes he had placed by the bed last night were nowhere to be found.
