"You can't sleep either?" Ling Chuxi opened the door and saw Huangfu Qingjue's handsome figure under the osmanthus tree.
"Come, sit with me." Huangfu Qingjue stretched out his hand.
On the stone table under the tree, a pot of green tea steeped with a faint fragrance mixed with the fragrance of flowers. The fragrance-filled air smelled fresher.
Moonlight, osmanthus, stone table, green tea, and holding Huangfu Qingjue's hand... what a reassuring sense of warm she felt in the quiet night.
Little Red sat on the windowsill, biting on a drumstick as he blinked at the two of them. When Huangfu Qingjue's gaze fell on him, Little Red jumped off the windowsill and obediently went into the house.
Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qingjue sat with each other in silence. The two of them enjoyed this rare moment of peace and quiet.
Ling Chuxi quietly looked at the man before her. It was really good to have his company all this time...
