Liang Zhichen had walked over. He was speechless, and just like her, personally covered ’Shujun’ with soil. Until after dark, their ten fingers were dripping with fresh blood. They sat in front of this new grave, covered in mud all over their bodies and faces. The rain was still falling. However, both of them were already drenched through. Liang Zhichen suddenly looked up at the sky, where lightning flashed amid the thunder. He thought he would never forget this day. In his dreams, his younger brother died because of Pei Yu. In reality, it was indirectly as if he had been killed by He Su. Did our Liang family owe you something in a past life? His cold, thin lips twisted into a stiff and ruthless curve. And his eyes, as profound as an ancient well, were just like the night sky, denser than even the black ink... Liang Zhichen and Baobao sat in front of their ’younger brother’s’ grave in the rain all night long. Su Lang was very worried about Liang Zhichen’s health, for his illness had never fully recovered; however, he also knew that it was not the right time to disturb him under the current circumstances. Only when the day was about to dawn on the second day did Dong Huiying come to her senses, looking stupefied. It was as if something was stuck in her throat. "Liang Zhichen..." She turned to look at the man beside her, whose grey hair looked very cold and silent. The once handsome and elegant man now had a murderous look in his eyes, and it seemed that something pure and good in his heart was extinguished by the rain that night. But when he turned his head to look at her, his eyes were moist and clear, no different from usual. "I’m fine," he said with a smile, propping himself up on the ground with one hand and awkwardly climbing to his feet. He swayed a bit but steadied himself before offering her a hand. "Baobao, we... should go home." She pursed her lips, then looked towards Su Lang and the others. Liang Zhichen seemed to have regained his composure. He smiled at Su Lang: "Thank you for everything." "Master, you... you don’t need to be so polite..." Su Lang said bashfully, glancing at Liang Zhichen, "I know it’s not a good time to disturb your family, so... I’ll take the people back first. If you have any orders, just send a message with White Pigeon. As soon as I get the message, I will come at once." After bidding farewell to the couple, Su Lang left with some reluctance, almost looking back after each step. Once Su Lang left, Liang Zhichen subconsciously wanted to tidy up his clothes but realized that he was covered in mud, and even after tidying up, he still looked dirty and unkempt. He paused for a moment, then blew a whistle for his horse. Dazhuang, hearing the whistle, galloped over to him. He turned back to look at Dong Huiying. Dong Huiying stood still, gazing fondly at the fresh grave. "I... I want to stay, to accompany him for a while," she said. Liang Zhichen fell silent. Her gaze nearly pleading, she said, "Just for a little while, is that alright?" "Heh..." He laughed hoarsely, then took Dazhuang aside to wait. Dong Huiying felt temporarily at ease and then stood quietly in front of the grave mound. It was a long time later before she rubbed her eyes vigorously, then pulled herself together and walked towards Liang Zhichen. The two of them rode back together, but they did not return home; instead, they went down the mountain to the town first. Dong Huiying bought some ink for Liang Zhichen, mixed it with water to make ink, and then carefully applied it to Liang Zhichen’s white hair. Both were very silent during this process. By the Evening Hours, they looked much the same as when they had left, except more haggard and thin.