Night had already fallen. A bright moon hung high in the sky, surrounded by a dazzling expanse of stars, and the night breeze on the Tea Mountain swept coolly across the face.
Fang Yi stood motionless, the small stone between his fingers unsent. His mind was in a turmoil, and his eyes held an indescribable anxiety. At this moment, he had plenty of courage, yet he was also deeply hesitant; after all, he had learned how to weigh matters thoroughly.
Water Rat guessed Fang Yi's thoughts and said no more. Instead, he turned and left, walking slowly down the narrow tea plantation path toward the foot of the mountain. Although he had merely been taking a gamble, his intuition told him that Fang Yi would no longer try to harm him.
Chapter 208