He lowered his hand and thought to himself, could Baobao still not be awake? He suddenly stopped in his tracks! He remembered the day Baobao left a letter and ran away; it was just . He had thought Baobao was still sleeping, not knowing he would never wait for Baobao to wake up. It wasn’t until his elder brother pushed open the door of the east room that he saw it was completely empty, and the person who should have been there had vanished. Liang Yixuan suddenly panicked. He hurried back to push open the door. Maybe it was because he was too anxious that he made quite a noise. Inside the room, an old desk was piled with bottles and jars, and beside it, a young girl was sitting on a stool, her arm as her pillow, face down on the desk. She was woken up by the noise, she sleepily lifted her head and rubbed her eyes as she looked towards Liang Yixuan. Her voice sounded very sleepy. Yixuan shook his head, "Nothing." Then, he walked towards Dong Huiying, "Why are you sleeping here, why not go to sleep on the kang?" Dong Huiying rubbed her neck, which was probably sore from sleeping in an awkward position. Just as she was about to massage her neck, suddenly a pair of hands landed on her shoulders, "Let me." He warmed his fingers, and then covered her neck with his hands, gently massaging the uncomfortable spot. Dong Huiying was somewhat taken aback, suddenly it felt as if she had returned to the past. He was just as caring as before, still so considerate. She suddenly remembered Shujun, whose whereabouts were unknown. If Shujun were here, how would Shujun react? She guessed he would hug her with a face full of distress... In his heart, anything that happened to her was momentous, even trivialities like sesame seeds and mung beans. He would be very nervous, very worried, he would hold her, linger about her, and would call her Baobao with his cheerful voice... He was so bad, always teasing her... Seeing that she was lost in thought, Yixuan softly called out, "Is my technique not right, or did I hurt you?" She rubbed the corner of her eye, "No, I was just... just thinking of Shujun, wondering how he’s doing now." Yixuan started to speak but then stopped; afterward, he pursed his lips and bowed his head to continue massaging her neck. "There, I feel much better now," she said, holding Yixuan’s hand and then stood up, "I’m planning to go to town later, do we need anything at home? I’ll get it all at once." Yixuan thought, they lacked nothing at home, not food, nor clothing, and they still had enough grain and oil, so he would have shaken his head. But suddenly... "I would like a wooden hairpin." "Alright," she agreed generously, then fetched a cloth bag and swept the bottles and jars that filled the table into the bag. Yixuan watched her for a long moment, as if trying to find something in her. But, after a futile search, he was disappointed in the end. When she turned around, she found him standing still, "What’s the matter?" she asked, puzzled. Yixuan bowed his head, his expression dimmed: "No, it’s nothing." However, when he turned to leave the east room, he looked very lost. He stood in the courtyard for a long time, eventually pulling a wooden hairpin from his embrace. This wooden hairpin he always carried with him. She had probably forgotten. Forgotten that she once gave him a wooden hairpin... The morning’s meal was plain porridge with simple dishes, made by Yixuan’s own hands. When Baobao used to be home, she would often take care of all three meals by herself, with Yixuan at most assisting on the side. But occasionally, Yixuan would take charge of the cooking.