He grunted.
Tang Xi didn't want to deceive him, how was it different from deceiving a naive child?
But she didn't belong here; she had to leave.
Tang Xi didn't speak, feeling a blockage in her heart.
She turned over, facing away from him.
Listening to the sound of the wind blowing, listening to the sound of wood being carved by a knife in the wind.
Tang Xi didn't sleep well that night.
Perhaps it was out of a sense of guilt for Liang Zheng's naive innocence, or perhaps it was the fear of a long night full of dreams where her escape would fail and she would be trapped here forever.
So that night, she slept lightly with her eyes closed.
After breakfast, Tang Xi washed dishes in the courtyard, planning to leave tonight with Shen Duan on a fishing boat.
So engrossed, she didn't notice Feng Jiamei approaching.
Feng Jiamei nagged her for using too much dish soap, wasting it.
Tang Xi nodded, "Oh."
