Did you leave anything behind? If not, we should leave.” He Heng touched the butterfly and flower gold buyao in Qu Qing Ju’s hair. For some reason, even though he hadn’t yet seen the scenery outside, he’d already felt that it was lovely.
Qu Qing Ju shook her head, the buyao gently sliding against He Heng’s palm: “I didn’t leave anything behind. Now is the best time to leave.”
“If that’s so, then let’s go,” He Heng grasped Qu Qing Ju’s hand. He turned to He Ming, “Si di, please.”
“Er ge and er sao first,” He Ming took a step back, slightly lowering his head to indicate his respect for his elder brother and wife.