Feng Yu walked up to Su Yan, a faint smile on his face.
"Sect Hierarch."
Su Yan was biting an apple and did not yet speak.
Feng Yu had already draped over Su Yan's shoulders his own long robe.
He tugged at one corner of the robe, adjusting its position.
Even covering the slight section of her arm that was exposed.
Afterward, neither of them spoke.
Feng Yu stood beside her, occasionally replacing the apple in Su Yan's hand when it was finished, bringing her other fruits closer.
Until the sun set, and the remnants of the sunset lingered in the sky.
A Maid tremblingly walked up to Su Yan, kneeling before her.
"Sect Hierarch, all the parchment you requested has been gathered."
Upon hearing this, Su Yan's eyes lit up.
"Go and make a fire, burn them all."
The Maid was taken aback, but dared not ask questions; she promptly responded,
"Yes, Sect Hierarch."
Su Yan thought for a moment and then said,
"Bring them here to burn, under my watchful eyes."
"Yes."
