Yu Sui finished talking with Xue Mushi and went out to the Taoist Saint Hall. When she arrived, she found Mei Chengyu had dragged a chair outside the Saint Hall Palace instead of staying inside the main hall.
"Senior Martial Brother, what are you doing?" Yu Sui asked, puzzled, as she stood before the steps.
Mei Chengyu sprawled in the chair, pulled a blanket over himself, and drawled, "Enjoying the breeze."
Yu Sui glanced inside the Saint Hall. Her master was there too. Judging by her senior martial brother's attitude, it seemed the two of them were having a falling-out.
This was the first time Yu Sui had seen anything like it.
She went over to the chair, bent down, and whispered to Mei Chengyu, "Did you argue with Master?"
Mei Chengyu raised his eyelids, signaling for her to come closer. Yu Sui lowered her head further, and the tips of her hair fell against Mei Chengyu's cheek, cool and ticklish. Her familiar scent drew near, making Mei Chengyu unconsciously slow his breathing.
His junior martial sister smelled lovely, just right—not too strong, not too faint. He could only catch it when they were very close. It felt warm to him, like seeing a mandarin orange in winter, or glancing up by chance at the shadows of trees outside a window in summer. Strange. It was only a scent, yet it brought to mind little scattered images.
Mei Chengyu's eyes shifted upward and met Yu Sui's patient, obedient gaze as she waited for him to continue. His breathing abruptly grew heavier. He pulled the blanket over his head and said blandly, "I'm going to sleep."
The breeze from the blanket suddenly flapping at her made Yu Sui pause. The Golden Hairpin and Brooch nestled in her black hair swayed gently,