Holding a sword flower in his hand, he drew an extremely standard circle on the wall to show that his hand was still steady, and then said: "I'll go and have a look."
Yifei didn't stop him.
But after Zhu Long left, he might not come back for a long time.
Yi Fei tapped the rim of the wine glass with his fingers, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart. He couldn't help but glanced at Qiu Jiang. Qiu Jiang was sitting by the window, her posture and expression didn't change, but it made him more uneasy.
After a while, he drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up and flicked his sleeves: "It's my turn."
Qiu Jiang watched him without speaking.
Yi Fei opened the door, and a gust of wind blew in, blowing his long hair straight back. Pressing his hand on the door bolt, he trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't know if it was because of the cold or something else.
He stared at his trembling fingers, and smiled wryly: "After I leave, can I see you again?"
Qiu Jiang by the window was also blown by the wind, and her hair, which had not been combed before, was all covered on her face, covering her expression.