Qing Yueqiu lay on her bed, closing her crimson eyes for a moment before opening them again. She was too vexed to fall asleep.
'Is Master still locked out by our mistress?'
'Is he cold right now? The nights at the Cold Palace Sword Mansion are so frigid and desolate, after all...'
'Is Master lonely, all by himself outside?'
The silver-haired girl recalled the scene from an hour ago, when her junior sister had spoken the very words she herself had hesitated to say. At the memory, her delicate fingertips clenched tight.
She made a decision. 'Tonight, I must have Master stay in my room!'
'Yes, there's no other motive. I just can't bear to see Master all alone in the desolate night with nowhere to sleep.'
Qing Yueqiu got up and carefully chose an outfit. After changing, she suddenly felt her hair was a bit messy, so she sat before the Glazed Mirror to comb her long, silver hair, which flowed like a cascading galaxy.
