Before the morning mist had dissipated, Ye Fan was already standing beneath the old locust tree in the inn's backyard. The Jiuxiao Huanpei in his sleeve grew slightly warm, generating a faint resonance with the half-jade pendant he had touched last night—an anomaly that had never occurred in his past life.
"Ah-Ye is up early," a soft, clear voice came from behind.
Ye Fan turned to see Su Qingxue leaning against a corridor pillar. Her moon-white gauze dress was damp with morning mist, but the pearl hairpin at her temple remained just as it had been last night. Twirling a handkerchief between her fingertips, she arched the outer corners of her eyes. "I told you that you couldn't keep a secret. Tossing and turning all night, you nearly wore right through the bedboards."
Chapter 128