The night was so deep it seemed like spilled ink.
Jiayi didn't know what time it was, for she had no pocket, no place to warm herself, numbed by the cold, hardly having the strength to even pull out her phone to check.
She didn't know how much longer it had been when the light of the study flickered and then went out.
Had he finished his work?
She perked up, waiting hopefully for Auntie Li to come out and call her.
Finally, Auntie Li came out.
She took a deep breath and approached, "Auntie Li, has he finished his work—"
Before she could finish, Auntie Li's expression was not good, and she sighed, "Better go back today. Maybe come back tomorrow?"
Jiayi paused in mid-air: "He still doesn't want to see me?"
Auntie Li hesitated for a moment: "He just finished work. I took the young master upstairs and mentioned it again, but the young master teased Zaizai a bit, then said he wanted to go back to his room to rest… Maybe the young master is too tired today..."
