This Xiu Chunyun looks like a block of mute wood, but turns out he's got quite an eye.
Xiu Chunyun reached out and grabbed Yu Yitong's hand, and as he closed his grip he slipped something into her palm. He said, "Alright, stay safe."
His hand was cold, hers was soft.
They held on for a few seconds before quickly letting go.
Clenching the item in her hand, Yu Yitong didn't argue with him. She just nodded. "Mm, you too."
In the rain, Xiu Chunyun gave her a deep look, then turned and left.
Yu Yitong watched his figure walk into the darkness, straight and steady, pushing forward without hesitation.
She lowered her head and glanced at her palm.
It was a little brocade pouch like a protective charm, with a rectangular piece of wood inside—it was a week ago that Yu Yitong had seen a lot of small objects carved by Xiu Chunyun, so she'd asked if he could carve one for her, something improvised, on the spot.
She didn't open it.
She'd wait until this mission was over to look at it.
