Outside the door, Yin Weiyin's legs were sore from waiting. She wasn't leaning against the wall anymore—she couldn't help but crouch on the ground.
Her Taoist robe pooled on the ground; the posture was far from elegant, nor did she resemble a Taoist. Fortunately, no one saw her like this.
She heard the muffled noises from inside gradually subside and exhaled a breath, only to inhale sharply again, her heart swelling with uneasy turmoil.
A shadow flickered beyond the courtyard. Yin Weiyin saw it and immediately stood up, absently patting off the dust on her robe.
"It's you. What are you doing here?"
Seeing Yin Weiyin, the already sullen Min Ning's expression darkened further.
"Why wouldn't I be here? I even helped him."
Yin Weiyin crossed her arms, her tone irritable.
The fact that she had been waiting outside for god-knows-how-long, too afraid to sneak away, only made her more annoyed—so much so, it boiled her blood when she thought of the man inside.
