Existential Crisis and the Artist
Afterwards, Yujia and Zixu chatted some more. The rest of their conversations were lighthearted, no longer focusing on serious topics like marriage. With the brightening of the conversation, Yujia found her mind being distracted from the stress as well, her mood improving steadily.
From morning, afternoon came. The two of them paired the wine with some decent lunch cooked by Chef Hong, spending some more time together. Considering how they finally had time together, it was a rare opportunity Yujia treasured well. She talked more with Zixu that day than any of the other days that had passed since she came back to the capital after the trip.
But good times couldn't last forever. By late noon, Zixu had to return home. Yujia was sad to see him go, but she understood.
She walked him to the exit of the villa, their hands still held together.
"Thanks for accompanying me today," she said with a smile.