Wi Jian left the meeting room and took to wandering the compound. He didn’t have a destination in mind, though his feet eventually took him to Wu Meiying’s room.
He stared up at the familiar building. Maybe it was instinct or desire that brought him here. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to see her, to be comforted by her just like he used to when they were younger—except he couldn’t because he needed to be strong.
“Jian? What are you doing here? Is the meeting over?”
Wu Meiying and Hou Jingshu were in the room when he arrived. Wu Meiying’s room was very plain compared to his own. She had a futon, a mirror, and a closet for her clothes. There were no amenities or luxuries, though the bed was incredibly soft. It was made from the feathers of an echo hawk, a magical beast that was raised i
