Outside the teahouse, at the staircase entrance.
Lu Ran caught up with Deng Yuxiang, holding a down jacket, and wrapped it around her from behind.
Deng Yuxiang's steps halted.
Her body, not yet warmed, was once again enveloped by the thick down jacket.
Beside them, Hu Jiaojiao looked worried but chose to silently step back.
Deng Yuxiang took a deep breath, as if she was trying hard to suppress something, her voice low and soft,
"Do you also think I should avoid battle?"
Lu Ran stepped down a stair, stood in front of Deng Yuxiang, and looked up at her with a smile,
"Am I that sort of person?"
Deng Yuxiang looked down, quietly watching Lu Ran's eyes.
His gaze was peaceful.
Like a mysterious and deep night sky.
All emotions that surged from the outside world could not stir a single ripple.
After a long time, Deng Yuxiang softly hummed in acknowledgment.
Lu Ran picked up her wrist, threading it through the sleeve, "Let's go, I'll take you back.