Mei Chengyu arrived quickly. Night had fallen, but lamps glowed along the roof of the hillside corridor.
Yu Sui sat beside the railing, watching the man approach with a smile. She bent down, picked up the food box from the ground, and set it beside the wooden seat. "Senior Martial Brother, this is for you."
"Are we eating here, or going somewhere else?" she asked as she opened the box.
Mei Chengyu remained standing, his dark eyes fixed on her without a blink.
With just a few words, Yu Sui had changed the way she'd treated him last night.
Last night's encounter now seemed like a figment of Mei Chengyu's imagination, leaving him no chance—or excuse—to question her about it.
"What have you got?" he asked lazily. He sat down by the railing as if it were nothing, turning to face Yu Sui.
"I brought sour plum soup." Yu Sui touched the cup with the back of her hand. "It's still cold."
Mei Chengyu took it from her, pulled a slender bamboo straw from the food box, and sipped the sour plum soup. The icy, tangy drink slid down his throat and chilled him to the heart.
"How long have you been here?" Mei Chengyu glanced at Yu Sui, the straw between his teeth.
"Not long."
"How long is 'not long'?"
Yu Sui tilted her head toward the Sea Eagle still circling overhead. "I got here when it did."
Only then did Mei Chengyu follow her gesture and look up at the Sea Eagle, narrowing his eyes. So his Junior Martial Sister had arrived not long after he sent his message, then waited up here for ages before replying to him, was that it?
When her Senior Martial Brother shot her a cold look, Yu Sui only smiled faintly and