Qiu Wuji went off to cook, and Chu Ge went back to his room to write.
But both of them were working with their minds somewhere else.
She had told him not to think too much. As if that were possible.
Why had Qiu Wuji, this time she came out, been willing—for the first time in history—to let him hold her? Had he done something back then to touch Qiu Wuji's heart?
He had not.
It was only that, when he ran into danger, Qiu Wuji had felt for the first time what it meant to "want out and not be able to get out."
Anxiety, dread, unable to see him.
A whole day of helpless torment—until the moment she saw he was unharmed, and the taut string of her heart snapped.
The two of them rarely talked about what it would be like if the worlds stayed apart and they could never meet again... but that fear had never once left either of their hearts.
Zhang Qiren had only gone abroad, with nothing but a stretch of water between them and old grudges keeping them apart, and already it sat heavy in the chest.
What if it were two worlds apart, never to meet again for all eternity?
Until that matter could be settled, any promise or hope about "the future" was empty air.
Seize only the present.