Without either of them noticing, a gentle breeze had already lifted Yi Shuyuan and Zhuo Qing, carrying them off the ground to a relatively secluded stretch of riverbank before the latter even realized it.
Only after crying for quite some time did Zhuo Qing's emotions settle. Though she still refused to let go of the warm, soft body she was holding, she had stopped crying.
"Thank you, Sister Mili."
Yi Shuyuan glanced at Zhuo Qing, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Hui Mian called him "sir" under any circumstances. That day, Zhuo Qing had clearly said, "Sir has always been sir," yet sometimes she still addressed his forms separately: Mr. Yi, Hero Long, Sister Mili.
After another long while, Zhuo Qing finally brought herself to let go. She wiped her eyes and cheeks and smiled.
Yi Shuyuan looked down at one side of his robe, which had been partly soaked through with tears.
"Do you have any plans?"
Zhuo Qing seemed to be thinking, yet also seemed a little lost in thought. Her gaze remained fixed on the woman before her.
Yi Shuyuan had worn blue-green robes when he went out that day. After he transformed into a woman, the cuffs he had tied up loosened as his wrists grew slender. The slightly loose robes now lent his figure an airy grace.
"Now that I'm a free person with commoner status, there are so many things I can do. I want to find somewhere near the water and live a peaceful life."
As she spoke, Zhuo Qing looked toward the river and sat down on the grass nearby.
Hui Mian hopped onto Zhuo Qing again.
"You don't want to be a wandering heroine anymore?"
Zhuo Qing shook her head.
"I envied the martial world because it seemed so