The response to Li Yuanjing was still a deathly silence.
The bedchamber was quiet, with only the faint sound of the night waves from Luoyue Lake outside the courtyard. Li Yuanjing almost suspected that Shen Wei had been possessed—he stared intently at her beautiful face before finally storming off in frustration.
After Li Yuanjing left, the bedchamber grew even quieter. Shen Wei lowered her gaze, concealing the indescribable emotions in her eyes. Her attention fell on the dazzling crystal palace lantern. She walked over, lifted the glass cover, and gently blew out the candle inside.
Shen Wei returned to bed, pulled the covers over herself, closed her eyes, and soon drifted into slumber.
The night deepened, and the wind howled outside the courtyard. Suddenly, Shen Wei was roused from sleep. She drowsily opened her eyes and caught the faint, cool fragrance of Li Yuanjing's presence.
