The sky gradually darkens as the bright lights come on, and the stars are obscured.
A cloud slowly rolls in, covering the bright moonlight, and snowflakes start to fall again.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!
From the adjacent room, a hauntingly beautiful sound of a zither emerges, punctuated by playful noises from another chamber.
Li Qingmu and Long Yue had fallen asleep to the soothing zither music, awakening to find the neighboring room silent.
"Tok, tok, tok!"
The sound of a wooden clapper echoes from outside; it is already the third hour of the night.
"Creaaak—"
A door gently opens; the room is silent, except for the steady breathing, and two faint candle flames flicker beside the bed, revealing two men and two women lying inside.
Their clothes are disheveled, sprawled intertwined, appearing chaotic.
Li Qingmu notices Qian Yi lying on the outside, his mouth moving in sleep, his face slightly flushed—perhaps from the heat?
