Feng Yi approached on light feet, but just as he drew near, Yun Zhao suddenly turned her head to look at him.
Their eyes met. Song Yunzhao blinked, then rose to stand before him. "You're back early. I thought I'd have to wait a while longer."
"I just finished with my work. Did something happen here?" Feng Yi asked, taking Yun Zhao's hand and leading her into the hall.
"Something did come up," Song Yunzhao said with a smile. "I just thought of it, but I don't know if my guess is correct. I wanted to tell you and have you help me decide what to do."
'This is strange,' Feng Yi thought. 'Yun Zhao is always so decisive; it's rare for her to be so uncertain.' He said, "Tell me about it."
