One cup was handed to Shen Yuetong, one kept for herself, and the remaining one was left before Jing Xing's gravestone.
Shen Yuetong did not remember how she had made her way back. By the time she came to her senses, it was already dark.
She was still clutching the sword tassel in her hand, and Tang Yin's words echoed in her ears.
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