Walking out from the alley, the young man was dressed in white, spotless as always.
In the distance, flickering flames lit up, likely from the direction of the mountain behind the town.
Shen Wu tilted his head for a glance, then withdrew his gaze. Clearly, he wasn't the type to meddle in such affairs, lacking any interest in butting into others' business.
At a small street stall, he used his saved-up pocket money to buy a serving of osmanthus cake. Happily, he returned to the inn, not entering through the front door, but rather through an unlocked window into a room.
The girl on the bed was already asleep, but her sleeping posture was less than ideal, with her hands and feet sticking out from under the quilt.
He tiptoed over and meticulously tucked her in, ensuring the quilt was snug without any gaps for drafts. Relieved, he sat on a chair by the bedside, eating the freshly warm pastries while watching her.
