The moon was bright and the stars were few. The sky was clear, and all was still and silent.
Wen Qingye had already rushed back to Phoenix City and was now standing at the entrance of the Zhang Mansion.
Wen Qingye pushed the door open and slowly walked into the courtyard. It was very quiet inside.
"Xiaoyun?" Wen Qingye found it rather strange; he couldn't sense Zhang Xiaoyun's presence.
'What's going on?' Wen Qingye's brow furrowed, his heart thumping incessantly. 'Zhang Xiaoyun isn't home this late? Where could she have gone?'
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded from behind him. Wen Qingye turned to see Zhang Xiaoyun herself, wearing a veil and walking in from outside.
When Zhang Xiaoyun saw Wen Qingye in the moonlight, her heart first filled with joy, but then fear began to creep in.
Wen Qingye strode to Zhang Xiaoyun's side. Seeing a trace of longing in her eyes, he gently lifted the white veil.
