In the middle of the night.
In the inn, there was a warm light come from a lamp in Fang Yuan's room.
"Brother Yang, you're not asleep?"
A shadow covered his light, and his voice was sinister.
"I knew you'd come!"
Fang Yuan opened the door and invited Xiao Mu in.
Xiao Mu was shocked. He saw a pot of wine on the table and two other dishes. The most crucial was the two sets of cutlery and bowls, which meant that Fang Yuan was expecting someone.
"Have a seat!"
Fang Yuan took a seat himself and poured a cup of wine for Xiao Mu.
"Alright!"
He sat down and drank the cup. A taste of spiciness filled his mouth and up to his nose, and he felt as though he was reborn, with a tinge of anger.
"Do you know that I admire you?"
After a long while, Xiao Mu opened his mouth, with a tone of disappointment.
"Oh? Why is that?"