"My lord."
Dou Qiankou watched the scene, unsure how to start a conversation with his master.
This time, his master had indeed been too hasty. If he were in Lin Caisang's shoes, he would also have shown displeasure towards his lord.
After all, the journey to White Blind Mountain was really unsafe; one could lose their life at any moment. And if there was someone always eyeing to take her life, it would be even worse.
Sui Zijin took a deep breath, his hand inside his sleeve clenched tightly.
"Let's go back."
What else could he do but leave?
...
A caravan of five horse-drawn carriages set out for White Blind Mountain.
Inside one carriage, Lin Caisang looked at Ya Molian, who was leaning against the carriage wall with his eyes shut, and covered him with a garment from beside her.
But as she was about to withdraw her hand, he caught it suddenly. The next moment, Ya Molian pulled hard, and she toppled toward him, falling into his embrace.
"Do you really think I can sleep?"