On a quiet, secluded trail, everyone else had tactfully departed. Only Ye Qingchen and Qin Yue remained, walking slowly as the colorful flowers on either side seemed to drift backward. The fresh floral scent filled the air, allowing their minds, long strained from the battle at Dragon Tiger Mountain, to finally relax.
After their life-and-death ordeal on Dragon Tiger Mountain, the bond between Ye Qingchen and Qin Yue had deepened considerably. They spoke little, often sharing knowing smiles born from an unspoken understanding. Some things needed no words; in those moments, silence was more profound than speech.
After a rare moment of peace, Ye Qingchen turned to Qin Yue. "I have to see to my father's situation right away."
Qin Yue, though reluctant to part, nodded obediently. "Go, take good care of Uncle Ye. After this battle, Grandfather will have many things to handle, and I need to go back and help him."
