Even though Yu Wenquan had initially said he would "keep it short," by the time they finished speaking and discussing what they needed to, and Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi left the study, it was already past midnight.
Outside, it was pitch black.
Shang Ruyi's eyes couldn't adjust, and she nearly stumbled, but a warm, large hand had already reached out to steadily support her.
When she looked up again, she finally managed to see Yu Wenye's gentle features under the faint moonlight, and his eyes seemed gentle too, so his voice was gentle when he spoke: "Are you tired?"
Shang Ruyi shook her head.
Yu Wenye didn't let go of her, holding her wrist, and they walked back through the night together.
The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of their footsteps in the hallway, not hurried, as the steady rhythm of their steps slightly eased the tense atmosphere between them, adding a touch of warmth to the bitter cold wind.
