บท 533: Returning the Umbrella and Asking for the Way Out

Zhexiu was by the window, a model of loneliness, longing for some person. Upon hearing Tang Thirty-Six's question, he fell in a daze, very naturally thinking about many things—at the Grand Examination, in that bitter battle in the Tower of Purging Dust, the anger and bashfulness revealed on his opponent's face when his hand attacked their chest. Later on, they had lived together under the same roof in the Mausoleum of Books, letting him vaguely guess at something but not dare voice his suspicions. Later still, they met once more in the Garden of Zhou and he carried her on his back and ran towards the setting sun.

As he thought about these things, the corners of his lips turned up and he revealed a warm smile.