"Why are you crying?!" The man seemed displeased as he got up and walked toward Dong Huiying. She wiped away the trail of tears on her face, curled her lips, "I’m celebrating after hardship, of course I need a good cry to celebrate." "Where was your brave ruthlessness when you killed earlier?" She chuckled, "That’s a different matter." He slowly extended his hand, seemingly to touch her face, but suddenly pulled back. "It’s late." This was an order to leave. She curled her lips and then suddenly stepped closer to him. Tilting her small face up, she looked at him coquettishly, "Your attitude is much better than during the day." During the day, he blatantly told her to "get lost", and when she didn’t, he jumped out of the window himself, rolling away smoothly. "Cough!" He turned away, covering his mouth as he coughed quietly. She couldn’t help but find it amusing. "Alright, I won’t tease you anymore, I’m leaving. Your injury is fine now, but you lost a lot of blood earlier, so take care to rest these next couple of days." After that, she didn’t linger further and pushed the door open to leave. He watched her back, suddenly grabbed the clothes he had taken off earlier, draped them over himself, and walked quickly to catch up with her. She stopped in her tracks, raised her eyebrow, and turned to look at him. He wore a mask, so she couldn’t see the expression on his face. The man’s gaze was clearly directed at her, but his eyes were shifty and unsettled, seeming unwilling to make eye contact. "The Bell Tower usually doesn’t have many visitors, there’s no lighting on the stairs." He clearly wanted to see her off yet had to find such a clumsy excuse, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Both aware but without breaking the pretense, to spare him any embarrassment. However, she thought to herself, the Zhi Chen she knew before was not . In the past, this man’s face was not as thin-skinned. She walked ahead, he followed behind. In the tranquil night, their footsteps echoed within the Bell Tower, his stride steady, maintaining a near and not too distant space behind her, making her feel somewhat reassured. Perhaps it was because she knew the person walking behind her was him, and he always made her feel extremely safe in the past. This path felt both short and long. Compared with those days and nights when she worried endlessly for him, not knowing where he was, she wished this path would stretch longer, much longer, so they could walk together even longer. However, even though she walked very slowly, the road eventually came to an end. As they exited the Bell Tower, she sighed lightly. Afterwards, she saw Shu Yu standing outside the Bell Tower, dressed in white. The Mist Capital was not calm at the moment. To capture Lu Yinyin who had escaped during the chaos, Tie Yi was holding a torch, gathering his men for a search from house to house, and this obviously alerted Shu Yu, informing him of the events that occurred not long ago in Lu Yinyin’s residence. Even though his health was much better, he still appeared frail. Earlier, when Dong Huiying went to confront Lu Yinyin, he wisely stayed back at the residence, knowing any trouble would only make Dong Huiying worry on his behalf. Now, Shu Yu cast a bland glance at his big brother, unable to see any clues from his masked appearance. But... he curled his lips playfully, thinking his big brother had improved quite a bit, at least knowing how to escort his wife downstairs this time. He furrowed his brow. Previously, whenever he mentioned "wife", he always instinctively used "this woman", "that woman", using such terms as substitutes.