The wind on the rooftop was a bit strong.
It blew against Xie Jingchen, making him feel weak all over.
The faint scent of medicine lingered around his nose, as if it belonged to him, or perhaps it was coming from Su Jin.
Su Jin just held onto him, refusing to plead for mercy.
Since she wouldn't plead, Xie Jingchen wouldn't come down from the rooftop.
The two were deadlocked like this until—
A Hidden Guard, holding a long bench, looked at Xie Jingchen and said, "Eldest Young Master, you should carry the Eldest Young Madam down. The maid asked me to bring you both a bench."
Su Jin, "...."
Xie Jingchen, "...."
They had no choice.
Su Jin only had Xingxing as a little maid.
She was in charge of washing Su Jin's clothes.
She didn't want bird droppings on her hem, they were so hard to clean off.
