Shang Ruyi was silent for a moment, looked at him, and softly said, "But I think—you are not someone who easily admits defeat."
"..."
Yu Wenye's hand paused.
After a moment of silence, he put down the wooden comb, his large yet steady palm gently brushed over that piece of black and shiny, silky smooth long hair, and then he calmly said, "It's time to rest now."
Feeling her own long hair sliding off his hand like water, then heavily falling down, that sensation of it dropping also brought Shang Ruyi a bit more clarity.
She softly said, "Oh."
So, the two of them said nothing further and went to bed early.
The night passed quietly like this.
