"Old man, you're getting a little sentimental!" Lin Xiaosu smiled softly.
"Sentimental? Then let's be a little more sentimental... I urge you to drain another cup of wine; west of Yang Pass, no old friends remain!" Dragon Head lightly clinked his cup against his. "Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
They clinked glasses and tipped back their heads together.
The wine was gone. They each turned away.
Lin Xiaosu left Dragon Head's office.
Dragon Head stood with his back to the Gate, his gaze cast upon the wall behind him.
His eyes shimmered with tears.
His chest rose and fell gently.
Before him hung the Ten Thousand Miles Landscape.
Above his head hung a sharp sword. Anyone who had never entered Dragon Head's office would never have imagined that the master of Qianlong had a sword suspended above him.
That sword was a warning.
It reminded him at every moment that he bore a great responsibility and had to oversee the entire situation. One misstep, and the blade would fall upon him!
Today, this young man was about to set out on a long journey. He knew it was not the best solution, but what else could he do?
After leaving Dragon Head's office, Blue Demon said nothing.
As they descended the hillside, she said nothing.
But when they stepped onto the little riverbank, she spoke. "Come stay at my place for one night!"
"..." Lin Xiaosu halted.
Blue Demon reached out and took his hand. "Just one night. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you home!"
"Alright!"
The dishes were cooked by Blue Demon herself.
The wine was Daughter's Red, which she had treasured for a long time.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, she sent him into the bathroom. The pajamas hanging outside had also been prepared for him by her.
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