The two people were too full, so they had to walk hand in hand in the yard to digest.
It was already late, and the other servants, having been tired all day, had been instructed by Wang Yongzhu to go down and rest.
Only the small kitchen was lit, where Old Madam Ding and Gu Yu, not trusting others, cleaned up the dishes and were boiling water to prepare for Wang Yongzhu and Song Chongjin's bath.
Spring nights were windless, quiet, and there were several dim lanterns under the corridor.
The entire world seemed to consist of only the two of them.
Song Chongjin held Wang Yongzhu's hand as they slowly walked along the courtyard, speaking as they went.
The two exchanged the events and people they had encountered today, shared their plans, and the moon was already high in the sky.
It was getting late, and they hurriedly washed up and then fell asleep without much thought.
