"Really... forget it, let's go to the rooftop. Just talking won't make it clear."
Feng Yuan glanced at Guo Huai, somewhat helplessly got up, and walked towards the inside of Guanxing Tower. Not far from Feng Yuan was a pavilion, suspended in mid-air. The delicately crafted wooden pavilion with its glazed tiles sparkled with crystal-clear light. A thick wooden beam steadily supported the pavilion, above which was the corridor bridge connecting the pavilion to Guanxing Tower.
Inside the pavilion, the hanging mosquito nets were fluttered by the cold wind high in the night sky, continually flying up and down. In the pavilion, Yao Yin sipped her hot tea and looked at Mo Ling, saying
"Blowing cold wind in such a place late at night can hardly be considered an elegant activity."
"I think it's fun~ I've never tried having tea and chatting in such a high place~"
