When the two left Yu Shuifeng's house again, the sky cleared up.
The sun broke through the clouds, and orange-red light spread down from the sky, dyeing half the world red.
Just like when they came out, Blake followed behind He Nanshan, not fast but definitely not slow, walking towards the red and white building a few hundred meters away.
The orange light on the gray cement road climbed up the walking feet, and the mottled light spots on the cobblestone path jumped onto the clothes. They walked all the way to the short marble tile stairs outside the small building. No one made a sound, as if all their topics had been discussed in Yu Shuifeng's living room.
"Prime Minister, dinner is ready. Let's have lotus root soup tonight." The voice of the housekeeper was heard as soon as I walked into the living room.
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