The rain had begun to ease by the time Su Long and Fu Sheng finished checking the farm. What had once been heavy and forceful now fell in a lighter, steady rhythm, leaving the air cool and damp.
They made their way toward the carriage without speaking.
Fu Sheng stepped forward first and adjusted the covering over the items they had brought with them. He secured the cloth carefully, making sure nothing inside would get wet from the remaining rain. His movements were precise and quiet, as though he needed something to focus on.
Su Long watched him briefly, then stepped into the carriage.
He followed shortly after.
The journey back was silent.
Only the sound of the wheels moving over the damp ground and the faint patter of rain against the carriage filled the space between them. Neither of them spoke, and the earlier tension had not disappeared. It lingered, settled between them in a way that did not need words.
