The old residence.

At night, snow began falling again.

However, after not falling for long, it gradually lessened.

Song Zhi had been shoveling snow in the courtyard since early morning. He’d just finished cleaning it, but estimated he’d have plenty to keep him busy again tomorrow morning!

Under the moonlight, a person sat on the stone steps outside the corridor.

From daytime to nighttime, Bai Yin held the sword Lian Que had left behind and waited in the courtyard the entire day.

Maintaining almost the same posture throughout.

He sat there, one hand resting on his knee, the other hand holding that long sword carved with exquisite patterns, propping it against the ground.

His gaze continuously looked toward the pitch-black night sky!

Even after waiting the entire day, he still showed no signs of impatience.

Song Zhi silently brought over a cup of hot water and placed it by his hand.

He said: “Bai Yin, drink some hot water to warm yourself.”

Bai Yin gave an “mm” sound!

Then he picked up the hot water and poured it into his mouth.

Looking extremely bold and straightforward!

Song Zhi hadn’t wanted to disturb him, but seeing him sitting here for so long, he ultimately felt somewhat distressed, so he weakly asked: “The weather is so cold, why don’t… you go inside to wait instead? What if you catch a chill?”

“It’s fine.”

“But…”

“You go inside. Don’t worry about me.”

Song Zhi wanted to say more but hesitated, sighing, but still insisted on saying: “Let me get you a warming brazier.”

Very enthusiastic.

He truly worried that Bai Yin would get frostbite.

Bai Yin raised his eyes to look at him.

His gaze revealed a complex mixture of feelings!

It couldn’t quite be called being moved.

“Young Master Song, you’d better not worry about me and go about your own business.”

Song Zhi opened his mouth, seeming to have more to say, but the words on his lips became: “All right then. If you can’t wait for the person, hurry and go rest. In this freezing cold weather, even a body of iron can’t hold out.”

Bai Yin gave an “mm” sound.

Nothing more to say.

Song Zhi stood for a while, then could only leave!

Bai Yin continued waiting in place.

After a short while, Lang Bo came!

He held a cucumber in his hand, munching on it as he walked behind Bai Yin, then leaned his body halfway against a pillar, staring at that person’s straight back before him, saying: “How much longer are you going to wait? That person isn’t playing with you, is he?”

Hearing this, Bai Yin’s eyes flickered slightly.

He said nothing. “Look at you, waiting here from morning till night. I’ve never seen anyone with willpower like yours. No, wait! I should say you’re strange. It’s just waiting for someone—why make yourself so tired! If that person comes, he’ll naturally come find you. Are you afraid he’ll run away or something? There’s a saying: the monk may run but the temple can’t. Since he knows you’re here, even if you wait inside the house, he can still find you! But here you are, sitting under this heavy snow. Who’ll take care of you if you freeze? If you ask me, you’re just stubborn. When he told you to wait, he didn’t mean for you to wait like this. You…”

Lang Bo was like a chatterbox, unable to stop himself for a moment.

He rambled on with a huge heap of words!

Bai Yin acted as if he couldn’t hear, completely ignoring him.

“I’m talking to you! Did you hear me?”

“…”

“You haven’t frozen stiff, have you?” Saying this, Lang Bo’s face showed worry as he stepped forward to check.

But Bai Yin was clearly sitting there perfectly fine.

Neither frozen stiff nor dead.

Lang Bo breathed a sigh of relief, using his hand to push on his shoulder: “Look at you. Since you’re fine, you should at least respond to me. You scared me to death just now.”

He was so scared he almost dropped that large section of cucumber in his hand!

Bai Yin raised his eyes and gave him a look, saying: “You said everything there was to say. What else should I say?”

“You could at least give an ‘mm’ sound.”

“Mm!”

“…” Lang Bo’s temple twitched, and he said again: “I think you should stop waiting. It’s already so late—if he was coming, he would have come already. I think he’s just playing with you.”

Bai Yin lifted the sword in his hand and said: “The item is still in my hand. He won’t not come.”

Lang Bo stared at that sword, suddenly his eyes rolled around a few times, and he sat down beside him, reaching out to grab that sword, saying: “Is this sword very important? Let me take a look.”

But Bai Yin blocked with his hand!

Making his hand that reached for the sword grasp at empty air.

Frozen stiffly in the air.

Extraordinarily awkward.

Hmph!

“Look how stingy you are. It’s just a sword—what’s so special about it?” Saying this, Lang Bo fiercely bit into the cucumber.

Chewing vigorously!

Bai Yin didn’t care.

Lang Bo glanced at him, then leaned toward him again, asking in a very teasing manner: “Bai Yin, do you know what you look like right now?”

“What?”

“Like a… delicate lady waiting for her husband to return home.”

Ugh!

Delicate lady?

Bai Yin’s brows immediately furrowed.

He glared at Lang Bo beside him, and that fellow was currently laughing so hard he was doubled over.

His whole person nearly fell backward.

Bai Yin indicated that he wanted to give this guy a severe beating, but his reason still restrained that impulse in his heart.

Instead, he stopped talking to Lang Bo.

And gave him a huge eye roll.

After Lang Bo finished laughing while holding his belly, he patted his shoulder, saying in a sarcastic tone: “Don’t get angry! I was just saying it casually. Actually, you don’t look like a delicate lady. Delicate ladies have slender bodies, are soft and weak, and speak in gentle, soft voices. How could any be like you?”

“Like me?”

“Right, like you! Look at yourself—big and burly with sallow skin. How is that a delicate lady!”

Bai Yin’s mouth twitched!

The hand gripping that sword involuntarily tightened a bit.

Lang Bo furrowed his brows again, pondering as he said: “But seriously, even if you’re not a delicate lady, you’re still a male delicate lady.”

Male… delicate lady?

What the hell kind of species was that?

It sounded like something that made one’s whole body crawl!

“…” Bai Yin held back a breath, his face turning pale, saying through gritted teeth: “Enough, stop talking.”

If you keep going, I won’t be able to control the primal force within my heart!

Lang Bo remained nonchalant: “I’m just making casual comparisons. Don’t take it seriously. I said you’re like one, not that you are one.”

“…”

“Oh right!” Lang Bo suddenly thought of something, extending the cucumber in his hand to Bai Yin, enthusiastically asking: “Want some?”

Looking at that half cucumber suddenly thrust before him, Bai Yin’s pale face became even worse.

He forced out two words: “Not eating.”

“I specifically saved half for you.”

“Not eating!”

“I already washed it clean.”

“No appetite.”

“Cucumber stimulates appetite.”

“Don’t want to eat anything at night.”

“You, this person…”

Before he finished speaking, Bai Yin interrupted him: “Do you have something you need?”

Lang Bo thought about it and shrugged: “Nothing.”

He was just bored out of his mind.

So he came out for a walk.

Saying this, he took another bite of the cucumber.

Bai Yin took a deep breath and said: “Since you have nothing, then hurry and go rest. I still need to wait a bit longer, wait alone.”

He deliberately emphasized the four words “wait alone” especially heavily, to prevent Lang Bo from not understanding!