Once they left the He Residence, the sound of the watchman's clapper echoed through the streets again.
The night was thick and the moon shone brightly.
Shen Hua walked with her head down, carrying an exquisite lantern and stepping on Cui Yun's shadow, while humming an off-tune little song.
Suddenly, Shen Hua turned her head to the side.
"Where are we going?"
"To the Hengzhou Night Market, I'll take you for a stroll."
His sleeve was tugged. Cui Yun couldn't help but look at the person beside him.
"The night market is nothing special."
The girl gave her a sweet smile and tugged again: "I want to go—"
Before she could finish, Cui Yun interrupted.
"You don't want to."
"But I haven't said it yet!"
"I don't want to hear it, better not say it."
The girl puffed up her cheeks.
Without hesitation, she tiptoed, her soft lips drawing near, kissing his cheek.