The night was mesmerising. The heavy clouds had dissipated and the moonlight was clear. Zhuge Yue put down his crossbow slowly, stood there for a long time watching the carriage from Sheng Jin Palace move farther and farther away.
This long night was finally about to end.
The sun had rose. The sunlight entered the room from the window located high up, revealing specks of dust floating about in mid-air. Soft screeching sounds could be heard in the background. One that did not pay attention would have thought that the sounds came from a rat wandering through the grass.
Chu Qiao leaned on a wall and closed her eyes, falling into slumber. However, behind her back, her hand moved ever so slightly, using a small stone to grind against the wall.
