"This was something you should have told me last night." The Yellow-robed Woman snorted and muttered under her breath.
Song Qingshu knew she was still somewhat bothered by last night's kiss, and he could not help smiling. "Hey, if we're really keeping score, you already promised me back in the Jin Dynasty..."
Before he could finish, the Yellow-robed Woman cut him off, her face flushing crimson. "All right, all right. Promise me one more thing, and I'll help you."
"A beauty's requests are always so hard to refuse. Go on, what do you want me to promise?" Song Qingshu naturally had no intention of settling scores with her so clearly. Besides, helping someone did not necessarily mean taking a loss. It was like lending books between a man and a woman—there had to be borrowing before there could be returning, and the back-and-forth could even deepen their feelings.
"Could you take me to see the clouds next time?" the Yellow-robed Woman asked carefully, her eyes brimming with anticipation.
Song Qingshu hesitated. "If I'm carrying someone, I might not be able to fly that high..."
The Yellow-robed Woman's expression dimmed. "I see. Then forget it."
Seeing her disappointment written all over her face, Song Qingshu's heart softened, and he could not help saying, "Don't worry. It'll just be a little difficult, but I can take you and give it a try." He had already worked it out: taking someone up from flat ground to see the clouds would be extremely difficult, but what if they started from a mountaintop? Wouldn't that save a great deal of distance?
"Really?" Hearing him agree, the Yellow-robed Woman cried out in delight. She had always been taught to remain serene and detached, yet at this moment she had completely forgotten her master's teachings, excited as