Ye Fan dozed for a moment on a stone stool, waking up just as the sky was turning pale. Dewdrops slid down the pine needles, condensing into droplets on the tips of his hair as a chill crept down the back of his neck into his collar. He felt for the half-piece of osmanthus cake inside his tunic; the scorched edges still retained some body heat. Su Qingxue always said he was like a piece of jade that could never be warmed through, yet at this moment, that half-cake was burning hot.
"The Great Venerable," he whispered softly into the morning mist, his knuckles turning white. The suffocating feeling of the blood mist from his past life suddenly surged up, only to be washed away by the sound of light footsteps behind him.
"You're up early, Brother Ye." Su Qingxue's voice drifted over, wrapped in the scent of osmanthus. Her silver hairpin was still in place, the crushed gems gleaming like tiny stars in the morning light. She carried a celadon bowl. "A hangover soup. You sat outside half the night, and I was afraid you'd catch a chill."
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