The sky gradually darkened. In the temple, the monk who rang the bell finished the last bell. The sky was as dark as ink, and the rain was hitting the bushes, emitting a fragrant soil smell.
Shen Yue sat at the table and put down the book in her hand. She rubbed her eyes and seemed to be a little sleepy. The maid beside her asked, "Miss, are you going to rest?"
Shen Yue did not speak and opened the window. The person living next door was Shen Qing. Shen Qing's room was not far from hers and was still lit.
"Second Miss, do you want to sleep with First Miss?" The maid asked hesitantly.
"No." Shen Yue turned around in disgust. "Go and close the courtyard door."
On the other side, in Shen Qing's room, Shen Qing was playing with the things in her hand. She yawned lazily and looked outside. "It's already so late," she stood up, saying," I should probably rest. "
