Was this giddiness or nervousness?
The next morning, Yu Yanlin was nowhere to be found.
Of course, he wasn't anywhere. His illusion had worn off, and the poor guy was probably wandering around trying to hide from any passersby.
Zhang Wang had yet to stave off his depression. But he pushed it aside and left the rowdy walls of the Virtuous Phoenix Sect to look for his wayward fake-lover. He couldn't stop sighing and had to make some very complicated detours to avoid people like Hou Ruyen and Chu Changying.
If they caught him in his current state,…Zhang Wang sighed again. They'd have a field day with him, and he wasn't willing to spare them the time.
The day was cold, and Zhang Wang wore an extra outer coat in attempts to both stay warm but also save his warming talismans because he really wanted to stop relying on the allowance Sikong Yong was throwing at him.