Lin Caisang: "..."
What more could she say?
"It's alright, so many years have passed by, one more day won't matter."
"What would you like to eat? I'll cook it for you," Sui Zimo asked immediately.
"Anything is fine, as long as it's made by you, I'll love it," Lin Caisang replied.
"Alright."
Sui Zimo responded and then, taking Zhe Jue with him, went to the kitchen.
"My lord, is there something you haven't told Miss Lin?" Once in the kitchen, Zhe Jue asked in a hushed voice.
"Let Sang'er rest for now, I'll talk to her about it tomorrow."
Sui Zimo said calmly and then began to chop the vegetables.
"Light the fire."
"Yes."
Zhe Jue responded and fell silent.
...
Early the next morning.
The sky was still dark, and Lin Caisang, troubled by thoughts, awoke.
After getting up, she went to the yard and saw that Sui Zimo and Zhe Jue were already out, and all the things they needed for their journey had been prepared.
"Brother Molian, you're up early."