Rong'er will soon be able to climb trees and sing.
Yi Mei said, "Your dad would freak out if he knew."
Ye Chen said, "I didn't force her, she came to me, and it was in my yard."
"Rong'er, let's go back." Yi Mei called someone to help.
Rong'er said, "Next time, we'll continue to drink slowly."
"Alright, you find the time, and we'll drink slowly again, right in my room."
Yi Mei and a few maids helped Rong'er out of the courtyard.
The voices became distant, the yard quiet, Ye Chen slowly came to his senses. Despite being tipsy at this moment, he was utterly sober, thanks to his experience being a drunkard.
Suddenly, he remembered Feng Niang's words tonight. She was right; he couldn't let go. He had always been concerned about the Wastelands.
Just like he never left the New City Sect.
Everything became quiet, and he began to entertain all kinds of thoughts.
The wind rustled the leaves, producing a noisy sound. Two maids had gone to help Yi Mei.