The young boy in plain-colored robes was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, fiddling with a pot of herbal medicine.
As the sky lightened, the mingling of faint moonlight and daylight fell upon him, making him appear both clear and bright.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Rong Heng looked up and saw Gu Lan, covered in blood, standing at the door, accompanied by a tall and cold man.
The spoon in his hand slipped from his fingertips, falling into the pot and splashing a few drops of brown medicinal juice onto his pristine white sleeve.
"Brother Hang!" Gu Lan didn't understand why Rong Heng was here, but called out joyfully nonetheless.
"Brother——!"
Before the two could react, the little girl who had called Gu Lan handsome brother during the day peeked out from inside the house, exclaimed in delight upon seeing Wei Chengyuan, and pounced over.
But Wei Chengyuan avoided her with a face full of indifference.
