As the sun sets and dusk falls, Yu Changkong stands at the Li City Gate, looking into the city. Dressed in black robes that accentuate his distinguished appearance, he attracts curious glances from people entering and exiting the city.
"What a remarkable young master from the He Family."
"Master, it's time to leave," urged Uncle Qian.
They should have left early in the day, but have inexplicably been delayed. He knew that the young master was waiting for Qin Liuxi.
However, the other party did not show up. After sending people to inquire at Qingping Temple, the temple folks said she had gone out for some reason.
Yu Changkong stands with hands behind his back, watching the waning sun, and finally turns to step up onto the footstool to board the carriage. From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of a yellow and white object.
He turns his head and sees a paper figure appearing out of thin air. He reaches out, and the little paper figure lands in the palm of his hand.
