When Pei Jue returned, Feng Yun was sitting in a soft chair beneath the camphor tree, her eyes half-closed as she gazed at the thick, dark clouds on the horizon, lost in thought.
The breeze carried the fragrance of flowers from the courtyard, delightfully soothing.
Footsteps, barely audible, approached. A pair of hands carefully wrapped around her waist from behind, tightening gently. Breaths fell softly near her ear, accompanied by a light kiss. A mellow voice spoke at a deliberate pace.
"Azuo said you're feeling unwell?"
Feng Yun turned to glance at him, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"I've just been sitting for too long. Feeling a little dizzy, nothing serious. Don't listen to a child's nonsense."
Pei Jue's lips curled slightly as he let out a soft hum.
"Then don't sit outside for too long. I'll carry you back inside."
