Several days passed like a white colt flashing through a crack.
Every day, Bai Piaopiao and Yi Feng drank tea and recited poetry, played the qin beneath the moon and spoke from the heart. They spent an exceptionally happy stretch of time together. Both understood without speaking, simply savoring that fleeting beauty, never mentioning anything else.
Until the dusk of the seventh day.
When a song came to an end, Yi Feng praised her as usual.
"Miss Bai, your qin artistry is growing ever better. Your technique has reached the realm of a roaring furnace, and your music carries such rich emotion that it leaves one refreshed and delighted!"
To find a kindred spirit in life was to die without regret.
Receiving praise from the one she favored, Bai Piaopiao nodded with a smile. Her heart was both delighted and somewhat shy. She lifted her tender gaze to steal a look at him, only to see the worry between his brows. Though he had hidden it well, it could not escape Bai Piaopiao's eyes.
Surely, Yi Feng was still worrying over Gu Qingcheng.
Though they had been highly tacit and had never mentioned the matter, Bai Piaopiao understood it well. She simply did not want such vexing affairs to spoil their rare, wonderful time together, so she had deliberately remained silent.
Yet both of them knew clearly that the calamity was about to descend. Yi Feng likely had already made his plans as well. No matter what happened this time, he would never be willing to let her step in to help again.
It was already the seventh day. It was time to bring this to an end...
Bai Piaopiao's expression grew several degrees more solemn.
She rose and walked toward Yi Feng, saying softly, "Yi Feng, the Seven Absolute