Jiu's hut had been reduced to a pile of rubble during Pang Xiaoming's rampage.
Fortunately, Pei Yuhang's place was still safe and sound.
Eventually, Jiu found her way back to Pei Yuhang's house.
As she pushed the door open, Jiu's fingertips trembled slightly. She kept her head down and deliberately lightened her steps, as if that could diminish her presence.
Inside the room, the familiar, clean scent that belonged to Pei Yuhang lingered in the air. It allowed her taut nerves to relax for a moment, only for them to tighten again with the anxiety in her heart.
Pei Yuhang followed her inside, then went behind a wooden screen embroidered with a scene of mountains and flowing water to change his clothes.
Jiu, meanwhile, sat on a chair in the corner, unconsciously wringing the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.
