The gentle sifting of the sand in the hourglass punctured the empty silence; the vast room was left with only the sound of a rapidly pounding heart beating clearly and audibly.
The candlelight went out, and Liu Zhenhan reached out his hand, extinguishing the glaring light.
He used to detest darkness, yet he fell irreversibly in love with this profound color tonight.
Plunged abruptly into the night, the most panic-stricken was Daisy. Cowering like a partridge in the snow and shivering, she was obviously startled. Clutching her black cloak tightly, she collapsed to the ground from her violently trembling body.
From across the room came the sound of teeth chattering intensely.
"Daisy..." Liu Zhenhan's parched voice sounded like a dehydrated traveler in the desert. Hearing this otherwise simple address, the Fairy Dragon's delicate frame trembled even more violently. She seemed to be scared, somewhat timid even.
