At night, Li Xuan and Wei Yao did not return to Yulan Hall but planned to spend the night in a secluded place in the city.
Returning so late would be too conspicuous, it's better not to return; this way, others will think you never left, or perhaps came back early...
And indeed, with the peddler's body gone, Li Xuan heard no further footsteps nearby.
He pulled Wei Yao into the carriage.
Wei Yao couldn't resist Li Xuan; merely touched her hand, her face flushed, legs fidgety, heart racing, knowing full well it wasn't a suitable place for such things, yet she still hoped.
After a while, the carriage seemed to turn upside down, shaking like wave crests, she could only revel in it because... she was entirely captivated.
However, Li Xuan didn't make any moves but hummed a melody gently.
The melody was quiet and lightly sad, like the silent night tide, like rolling moonlight, like a solitary figure running alone on the beach, easily bringing peace to one's heart.
