"Come rest with me for a bit!" He Zhilan kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. She naturally rolled to the side closest to the wall, clinging to it like a gecko, laughing, "It's quite cool this way~"
At that moment, He Teng genuinely couldn't help but let out a snicker, admitting defeat to the whimsical He Zhilan.
Perhaps it was because the cicada's song in the courtyard felt so familiar to both He Teng and He Zhilan, or maybe because they were back in a home that brought peace of mind, that even though it was hot and they were under the quilts, the two of them quickly cuddled up together and fell into a deep sleep.
When the two woke up, the evening sun had already set halfway, its blood-red hue staining most of the sky. Like a painting hung atop a mountain, the fiery clouds were so beautiful they seemed otherworldly.
