Having a man move into the residence is bound to bring some changes. Yin Tingxue's small building was originally neat and orderly, with everything meticulously arranged. Once Chen Yi arrived, chaos ensued—the study room, bedside tables, the clothes strewn carelessly about the bedroom—all had an element of disarray now. Yin Tingxue could only frown at the sight, though she was thankful he didn't disturb the larger furnishings. As for the smaller messes, she decided to tolerate them for now.
The night air was cold and crisp, as winter deepened with each passing day. Yin Tingxue prepared a bit of straw for Huangniang'er's nest, ensuring she laid a discarded cotton-padded jacket on it for warmth. Afterward, she picked up a lamp and entered the study room. There, she found Chen Yi absorbed in his reading, his head bowed over a book. Curious, she stepped closer for a peek. Oh—it turned out to be the "Jin Shu," a historical text renowned for its tales of spirits and ghosts.
