The creaking sound of a door opening broke the silence of the pitch-black courtyard. It's uncertain if it disturbed those in the midst of dreams.
The rooms in the west wing, where the two women stayed, remained silent.
Zhao Rong walked out of the east wing with a water bucket, and upon passing the main wing, he suddenly turned, entering the empty main room.
As if he intended to change rooms to sleep.
Lighting the fire, a series of clinking and creaking sounds followed, and the man left with the empty water bucket again.
He didn't even glance at the still-silent rooms in the west wing, heading straight to the well in the courtyard.
He was going to draw cold water for a shower.
Zhao Rong walked past the doors of Qing Jun and Qian'er's rooms without a sideways glance,
Arriving beside the well, he undressed, leaving only his shorts, lifted the bucket, and poured it over his head...
Quickly taking a thorough cold-water shower.
