At a certain moment, everything suddenly came to a halt.
The full moon shone clear and bright, the stars returned to their places, and the Milky Way drew into the deep sky.
The wind paused, the night had ended.
Dew clung to her as Fan Wubing leaned on the young grass and returned.
The beauty let her long hair fall, gently and slowly tidied her old clothes, filled with new thoughts.
On her way back, she saw the flowers smiling at her, the grass dancing for her, and as she reached the courtyard, she suddenly saw her master standing quietly with eyes closed, giving her a fright.
"Ma... Master."
Song Weiyu opened her eyes, her expression quickly became complicated, "Why bother."
The beauty turned her head, "This is my true intention."
"Fan Wubing is destined not to stay in one place. You can't keep him."
"Do I really need to keep him? If he truly loves me, he will naturally stay by my side."
"You're getting too involved."
