Ye Fan watched Su Qingxue's figure melt into the night, the chill of her wide sleeves still lingering on his fingertips. When the watchman's wooden clapper sounded for the third time at the alley entrance, he suddenly narrowed his eyes—the plum-colored cloak he had just seen had swirled around the old locust tree half a li away from Wanhua Tower.
Suppressing the surging Yuanqi within his Inner World, he tapped his toes against the Blue Stone Slab and leaped out from under the eaves. The winter night wind carried ice crystals down the collar of his robe, yet he landed behind the old locust tree lighter than the snow, gazing at the figure wrapped tightly in the cloak.
"Why doesn't the lady leave?" he lowered his voice, startling the accumulated snow on the branches into a rustling cascade.
Chapter 34