The corridor of Qiyao Temple is always quiet.
The shadows of the pillars were dense, and the torch burned with an eternal golden flame, illuminating the patterned stone cracks on the ground.
Wei Que walked slowly among them.
Her shawl trailed to the ground, and the white-gold dark lines flickered with the light, like a brilliance born just for her. Anyone who sees her appearance at this moment will think that she is the coldest and most inviolable law judge in the temple.
But only she knew what her eyes were following.
That back view.
That person's name is Li Su.
He was not walking fast, his shoulders were thin, and his clothes were still stained with dust, as if he was out of place in the golden palace. But it was this alienation that pierced Wei Que's heart like a sharp blade.
She stared at him, walking faster and faster.
As if his soul was attracted by something, even in this quiet hall, he couldn't care less about the restraint that a law judge should have.
Finally, she stretched out her hand and grasped a corner of his loose sleeve.
"Don't walk so fast." She whispered, with even a hint of urgency in her voice.
Li Su stopped.
He turned his head, his eyes very calm, as if looking at a gust of wind.
"You don't have to follow me," he said.
Wei Que's breath hitched.
But the next moment, she curved her lips and revealed a sickly bright smile.
"But I want to follow." She looked up at him, her eyes stubborn and as bright as fire, biting him tightly like a puppy guarding its food.
Li Su was silent for a moment, as if he didn't want to tangle with her anymore, and just gently pulled his sleeves.
But Wei Que tightened her grip.
"Wherever you go, I will go." Her voice was almost a whisper, with the meaning of an oath, "You are mine."
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