A Promise
The pair went straight to the East Wing Garden. With Xiong Zhi's instructions for everyone to leave the East Wing Garden, the whole place was covered in silence, a comfortable tranquility for the two alone.
They walked side by side. Now, they were no longer afraid to be seen, even Old Xiong could not say anything if he saw them walking close like this.
Summer just ended and early autumn already began to creep in, so the wind was a bit humid but refreshing. The new batch of flowers gave off a floral fragrance in the air, giving the two people a sense of comfort.
After the great battle determining their fates, their hearts which were hanging on a thread calmed down. Now, finding each other's presence, the pair could finally relax.
The two of them were the kind of people with few words, and they were both awkward in intimate social interactions.
Thus, they find themselves immersed in this comfortable silence.