Inside the room.
Su Yi sat in the rattan chair, looking at Fang Han, who stood before him with his head lowered in silence. He could not help but smile. "I actually prefer the way you look when you're being stubborn."
The youth subconsciously raised his head. "You... aren't blaming me?"
Su Yi took out a jug of wine and stretched comfortably. "It wasn't your fault. Why should I blame you?"
The youth pursed his lips and said softly, "I..."
Su Yi shook his head. "No need to explain. Just remember this from now on: as long as it isn't your fault, even if you poke a hole through the heavens, there's no need to care."
The youth was stunned.
After a long while, he carefully took out a palm-sized Yellow Gourd from his robes and handed it to Su Yi, stammering,
"Th-this is something I bought. It's for you. It isn't worth much, but... but please accept it as a small token of my feelings."
Su Yi was taken aback.
Before he could ask anything, the youth set down the gourd, turned, and left the room.
Su Yi picked up the Yellow Gourd and examined it.
It was a wine gourd, indeed nothing particularly precious. Yet it carried Fang Han's heartfelt intention, and that alone made Su Yi feel greatly gratified.
Only then did Su Yi realize that Fang Han had gone to the market today to buy something because he had wanted to give him a gift.
"This kid still has a conscience!"
Su Yi smiled and put away the Yellow Gourd.
After returning to his room, Fang Han took out a blank secret talisman. He bit his fingertip open and used blood as ink to inscribe it.
After a long while.
A lifelike Bi'an totem mark