The quiet night had grown deep.
All around was pitch-black, only the solitary lantern before his eyes still illuminated the surroundings, offering him a sliver of light.
He silently blew out the lantern in his hand, looking at the lone lantern, he couldn't help but reminisce about the woman's past appearance.
That stubborn little woman, who once had her lively, adorable, and innocent moments, used to be always around him, looking up with admiring eyes.
When had everything changed?
He sighed.
Looking up by chance, he saw the tightly closed door being silently pushed open from the inside, as Su Xian'er stepped out.
Staring at the lantern under the eaves, Su Xian'er stood dazed for a long time before she tiptoed and gently took it down.
She couldn't recall who told her that what travelers feared most was not finding the way home.
