*Xu Hu Zhe's Perspective*
As the night descended, its chill seemed to penetrate deeper than in recent days, signaling the imminent arrival of fall. The air felt colder than a typical autumn night, wrapping around the lone figure standing in the midst of the darkness, illuminated by the eerie glow of the moon.
The figure stood tall and imposing, with a lean yet muscular frame, reminiscent of a sturdy tree standing firm against the backdrop of the night. For Xu Hu Zhe, these tranquil moments in the stillness of Nanshan Estate were cherished above all else.
In this quietude, there were no bustling servants or echoing voices, no idle gossip or lingering stares from the unmarried gers and women. It was during these serene interludes that Xu Hu Zhe found some sort of peace, relishing the calming atmosphere that enveloped the estate.
