The Dashing Blue-haired Beauty is Romantically Lonely, Yang Wei's Concern for Huo Yue's Loneliness.
As the night advanced, Yang Wei and Wu Fengtian ventured through the forest, seeking Huo Zhenwei's courtyard. Yang Wei, hands behind his back, questioned Wu Fengtian, who led the way, "Do you even know where we're going?"
Wu Fengtian belched, displaying a hint of drunkenness. "Of course," he slurred.
Yang Wei sighed, doubtful. "Somehow, I doubt that," he mentioned, folding his arms then shrugging. "But whatever."
Looking left and right, Wu Fengtian admitted, "Eh, I've forgotten where to go next." As he took another step forward, his leg tangled in a vine, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Yang Wei swiftly grabbed his shoulder, preventing a full fall.
"You okay?"
"Y... Yes," Wu Fengtian, now standing, nodded. "Thank you, Senior Brother."
"Good. Wait here for a while, let me get a bird's eye view of where we are..."