Fang Chuning turned back absently, his eyes unfocused. He was in the dazed helplessness of drunkenness, completely unaware of what he was doing or how perilous his situation was. The city wall was so high that one misstep would send him plummeting to his death, shattering him entirely—no matter how invincible a Great General he was, it would be beyond him.
Xie Jue's voice trembled ever so slightly, "Anning, come down!"
Even though Fang Chuning was intoxicated, he still recognized who stood before him. He grinned foolishly at him, like a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy seeing the one who had stolen his heart for the first time. Joyfully, he leapt from the city wall, arms outstretched toward Xie Jue, who strode forward to catch him.
Fang Chuning embraced him, while Xie Jue planted one foot back to withstand the force of his momentum, encircling him with his arms, holding the armored man securely in his embrace.
"Ting Feng, I feel so miserable."
