She no longer looked at her hand but at the similarly lonely wine pot, muttering softly to herself, "Meng Zhuqing, you didn't drink with me that night. Tonight, will you join me?"
The person who asked this question had no idea that Meng Zhuqing had already arrived, just outside her courtyard.
And Meng Zhuqing, leaning against the outer wall, had no idea that inside the house, Tobanya had asked such a question.
Inside the house, Tobanya didn't eat anything more. She just sat quietly at the table, staring at the wine pot, her beautiful face expressionless, yet she seemed to be waiting for someone.
Outside the house, Meng Zhuqing leaned against it, holding his sword, tilting his head back, feeling the cold wind, gazing at the cold moon, and his heart had flown into the courtyard the moment he arrived.
Until dawn, she had no idea he had been there.
He was even less aware that she was waiting for him.
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