That night, within the ruins of Changsheng Castle, Shi Feiyang entered Lin Wanqing's tent to check on her while she was recuperating.
Afterwards, he strolled under the moonlight with Gong Simeng, who was waiting outside the tent.
The summer night's moonlight was as clear as water, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves.
Silver moonlight pierced through the sparse clouds, draping a mysterious veil over the ruins.
In the distance, a few cries of night birds broke the night's silence, adding a touch of remoteness.
Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng walked side by side, their shadows lengthened in the moonlight, appearing particularly long and determined. Everything around seemed to be immersed in the tranquil and peaceful night, with only their footsteps echoing in the desolate ruins.
After walking for a while, Shi Feiyang softly asked, "Little sister, what do you think about the forthcoming cooperation with various forces?"
