Wang Yizhi escorted Chu Yu home, and it was already deep into the night.
As they said goodbye at the gate, Chu Yu glanced at the pitch-black alley and thought to himself that it was so late, Guan Canghai must have already gone to bed, it would be better to apologize tomorrow morning.
Chu Yu entered Chu Garden, and as the gate closed, Wang Yizhi's relaxed smile slightly solidified. He stood still for a moment before walking towards the nearby residence, arriving at a door without a signboard, where he gently knocked.
Night enveloped the surroundings in deep darkness and silence. Wang Yizhi, however, was in no hurry. He leisurely waited at the door as the breeze gently swayed his flowing robes and hair. After a while, a cautious voice from inside asked, "May I know who is at the door?"