The night sky appeared even more profound and serene blue against the vast expanse of white land below. The moonlight was cold, and its trembling feeling was like a pebble gently striking the heart of a still lake, causing gentle ripples.
Zhou Xianming sat at home holding a pen, looking at the book in front of him, constantly huffing. His brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently, as if pondering some matters of the heart.
Around him seemed to float a faint white Qi mechanism, merging into the weak candlelight.
"Thump thump!"
Just then, a knocking sound came from outside the door.
"Who is it!?"
Hearing this, Zhou Xianming's body jolted, and he then muttered to himself, "Impossible, it definitely can't be that man in black; he never knocks when he comes. Could it be Doctor An and Mr. Li? But they had just come to give me winter clothes and had left..."
Zhou Xianming cautiously approached the door, peeked through the crack, and then opened it.
